The Tsunami Won't Sleep

A breeze gently blowing
on a brisk May morning
A beautiful new day
with fresh color on display
and our senses overtaken
as from slumber we awaken
and gazing all about
there's a feeling no doubt
that's building within the vein
a tingling of our brain
that something's out of order
on this canvass that we border

For clouds frame its horizon
and a beacon to enlighten
to a sensation down deep
that a tsunami won't sleep

For we've upset this picture
with a morality and elixir
and in all our Spring charms
we can not avoid the harm
that we've set in motion
by self's unholy devotion
and though we fail to realize
all the possessions we idolize
don't belong on its landscape
but like weeds we can't escape
they just grow and multiply
choking the life they imply

And so clouds frame our horizon
and a beacon to enlighten
to a sensation down deep
that a tsunami won't sleep

And it all seems so unjust
for in God did we trust
in those our early days
when it still legal to pray
and ask for His blessing
even in public confessing
that He our only maker
and His son our sin taker
But some two hundred years hence
we've used up and spent
All the good will they earned
placed on a trash heap to burn

And so clouds frame our horizon
and a beacon to enlighten
to a sensation down deep
that a tsunami won't sleep

And no matter how we try to shake it
the feelings and rumblings make it
all the more palpable
as we are no longer capable
of refraining the disorder unleashed
and the violence unsheathed
in our cities and schools
as our weakest become tools
and we stand by and condemn
everyone but him
because we so inane
to our adversary and his game

And so clouds frame our horizon
and a beacon to enlighten
to a sensation down deep
that a tsunami won't sleep

And as more and more awaken
to this unholy confrontation
there's a sense of great dread
that we're too late up from bed
and that the battle already lost
as the enemy our bridge crossed
for he now occupies our land
and we bound foot and hand
but have we not forgot
who we are and who we're not
and that we were bought by and by
by the Great Tsunami in the Sky

And though clouds frame our horizon
there is a beacon to enlighten
to a sensation down deep
that the Tsunami won't sleep.

This poem won first place for the April 2016 poetry contest