Days of Thunder
Days of Thunder draw near
Like the second cumming
Of the seed from Mr carpenter
When the mouth’s door will be
Left ajar not to chase away odor
But in surprise at the sight of blood
Of the wicked flowing ceaselessly.
Days of Thunder run with the speed
Of light like the winged chariots of
Fire that took the kilned prophet away
In the stories by moonlight we were fed
While at the stage of innocence as
The hunters kept raping our brains under
The eyes of the protectors of our lands.
Days of Thunder will come without
A droplet of rain to tractor the land
And send to the abyss all those
Who think feeding on people’s wits
Is the best way to whet their appetite
May the swift thunder come with his
Brother lightning for a factory reset.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo