Cynthia F Clark

The Cleansing Cynthia F Clark

Earth's DeathWould my eyes have seen different if the color was gone, Would I have been able to tell right from wrong?A world of color, once, now black and white, No flowers, no butterfly's no glowing moon at night. The day the earth died, shadows faded, life disappeared, The earth rumbled, rose, split, people screamed in fear. Running here and yon, trying to escape an unknown fate, Truth, justice, help us, help us, but for some, it was too late. The earth is quiet now destruction begs unrest, No safe haven found just a reminder that we are guests. Walk fearfully another rumble may shake us once again, Next time the devastation may be the end. Chaos. A world with no rules, only anger and rage, Step out, step out, release them from their cage. Jails cannot hold, ties cannot bind victims well met, Come hither ye that no longer rest. The stage is set. Go into the world what was lost now find, A new start as a child once in sight now blind. Travels far something wicked stirs the air, And riding the winds is the sound of mournful despair. All I could think of was The