Wrath

 

Built life upon God's land,

The gods hold relevance no longer,

Empires rose and fell by this hand,

The water and land gazed at with reverence no longer.

Fires burn through the trees,

Our king offers no penance,

In pomp and circumstance, we forget,

We do not own, we are tenants.

Beguiled to tales of the rising seas,

Far-flung tales of the rising sun,

Preach that ice shall make the world cease,

When truth percolates, the powers that be run.