We are here
The big red “X’es” mark our sheltered places.
We’re trapped like rats as death breathes in our faces.
We each knew that this day would come in theory,
When nature’s wrath would turn on us in fury.
We’re numb and pray and think we can survive this.
We’re watching news while nibbling dwindling chips.
We’re placing faith in lying crooks and Gods care —
The scales have tipped, no mercy will be found there.
Today’s offering is in a quatrain form poem.
Sadje is the host of What do you see?