Whiplash! poetry written by Hirak at Spillwords.com



written by: Hirak


lightning cuts across the sky
and freezes time
the streetlamps flicker
the dogs look up with weary eyes
the air smells of rain
my city’s heart stops
she’s been thirsty too long;
only rain can quench her thirst

dry humans rot on the streets
vultures pick their flesh;
they roam the streets
in silk suits and shiny cars.
too many slept on the streets
last night; naked and hungry
their feet buried
in coarse dry sand

sand: we had trees here
we built our homes with their wood.
lightening cuts across the sky
there’s a chance of rain;
the sand might turn to clay
old buried seeds might sprout
and the trees might return
with a vengeance

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