“BLAME IT ON THE RAIN OR BLAME IT ON THE DRAIN”
The trees were leafless, burnt, the branches charred,
the ground covered by blackened forms; ashen.
The golden soil turned gray, the earth scarred,
nature’s conversion in fearsome fashion.
“BLAME IT ON THE RAIN OR BLAME IT ON THE DRAIN”
In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky’s hide the truth, a vision from the prophets they says.
“BLAME IT ON THE RAIN OR BLAME IT ON THE DRAIN”
I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in their voices
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off their skins
A rain that cut through their souls
Engineers and architects to be blamed?.
For the drainage they poorly built.
“BLAME IT ON THE RAIN OR BLAME IT ON THE DRAIN”
But as long as the saviour will rise again… then I believe we shall meet oneday.when dead bones shall clad in new array.
The body is gone but the soul lives
Kels D’ pOet
