Scour (poem)

Violence in all of its abhorrence
Raining upon the innocent land
This Earth did not ask for us
She did not request this infestation.

What is our purpose?
For whose amusement are we here?
What do we do with our lives?
A circuitous route into pointless futility.

The day the ground opens up....
The day the sky does fall......
The day the mother belches death....
The day She can once again be free......