Donna
Autorin
The bus bumps over country roads.
Heat and humidity unloads.
As I glance out the window.
Wilted corn crops look so ghetto.
Vast fields drought whipped fried to a crisp.
Each heat waves damage has been brutally swift.
This years Summer anything but sun kissed.
It hits me, I feel sad and hollow.
Struggling farmers up in age got no more time to borrow.
Further on we pass by some abandoned decaying barns once tended to with pride.
Generations wiped out Covid-19 and tornados no one's inside.
At a crossroads the bus makes a sharp right.
A huge billboard in the middle of nowhere comes in sight.
Jesus loves you it exclaims.
Whoop-de-doo! And just like that my sarcasm bursts into flames.
Well, somebody has to love us.
I think, all sweaty and flush.
What is yet to become of this World's brutal rush?
All the things that hurt and crush.
Love and Faith is the takeaway message here.
We all need heaps of it to conquer unknowns, the unreasonable, senseless hate and stifling fear.
©Donna H.
September 20, 2022
Heat and humidity unloads.
As I glance out the window.
Wilted corn crops look so ghetto.
Vast fields drought whipped fried to a crisp.
Each heat waves damage has been brutally swift.
This years Summer anything but sun kissed.
It hits me, I feel sad and hollow.
Struggling farmers up in age got no more time to borrow.
Further on we pass by some abandoned decaying barns once tended to with pride.
Generations wiped out Covid-19 and tornados no one's inside.
At a crossroads the bus makes a sharp right.
A huge billboard in the middle of nowhere comes in sight.
Jesus loves you it exclaims.
Whoop-de-doo! And just like that my sarcasm bursts into flames.
Well, somebody has to love us.
I think, all sweaty and flush.
What is yet to become of this World's brutal rush?
All the things that hurt and crush.
Love and Faith is the takeaway message here.
We all need heaps of it to conquer unknowns, the unreasonable, senseless hate and stifling fear.
©Donna H.
September 20, 2022