Salvatore Ala

Rookie - 75 Points (February 18,1959 / Canada)

A Time Of Hard Rain - Poem by Salvatore Ala

In so much rain the homeless drown,
If this rain was bullets they’d be children of massacres.
If this rain was petroleum coke we’d already be Pompeii.
If this rain was a pesticide we’d be innumerable bees
Found dead in parking lots round the world.
If this rain was plague we’d be shadows among Pharaohs.
If this rain was money we’d drink from the same well.
If this rain was food the hungry could eat their tears.
If this rain was love, hatred would dissipate like haze.
If this rain was peace, peace would water our lands.
If this rain was rage, God would haemorrhage
From a wound at least as mortal as our own.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013


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