Calamity can indeed expand to apocalyptic proportions.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
Calamity draws a long bow,
designed for accuracy and distance,
and if given flight, in unencumbered release,
the mark in percussion radiates outward in strike,
and all feel the vibration.
Like tremors of earth’s rebuff,
displeasure in the human cause,
calamity finds tributaries to vent its will,
and onward do we feel its wrath,
our hearts sunk in aftermath.
The plight of life can be felt everywhere,
as our kind suffers the ills of imbalance,
against nature, and ourselves,calamity can indeed expand
to apocalyptic proportions.
How our hearts weigh heavily upon life,
when unnecessary death amasses,
and like droplets in an ocean are swept aside,
carelessly, as if without meaning,
from someone else’s imposition.
Calamity finds us too easily,
as our contentious minds are already there,
and the world cannot transform, find peace,
unless we acknowledge its our fault,
and the responsibilities we must bear
to exact change.