The Truth Shall Rain Down

Truth, like foggy dew,

Settles o’er a world bent askew.

A light, persistent, gentle rain

Falls down upon a scorched and blistered earth,

Quenching white hot lies,

Again, and again.

‘Til all that remains

Is cold, hard steel

Which we now can touch and feel, knowing it’s real.

Awakened at last, we stand, aghast.

While overhead, the sky, now grey and gold,

Mocks the black night of recent old,

When darkness boiled

And evil oiled

A blistering storm surge,

A mounting, corrupt red-black thickening tide,

Swirling, frothing and foaming

With deception, power, greed and pride.

But the day now is young

And soon, a hard rain will fall,

When bloodied ivory towers,

One and all

Shall tumble to the ground

Spilling their inhabitants onto streets of shame,

Washed by torrents of red rain.