A Day Softly Creeping Poem by Ken Lambert

A day
Softly creeping
Stretching, yawning
People sleeping

Unaware their
Lives will change
Twisted metal
Lives rearranged

Burning, smoking,
Clouds of dust
Thousands choking
Betrayal of trust

People falling,
Dying, crushed
A slow, natural death
Becomes suddenly rushed

At the end,
Just twisted steel
Tons of concrete
Life becomes surreal

Now a time
Of crying, weeping
As we start
A day softly creeping