The People, Just People Poem by Lee Gelis

Do not worry, little human, for the storm shall soon pass
Among the storm clouds, battling amongst each other;
Their anger and sweat our cause of misery;
Our sense of impotence, and despair.
But soon their time shall pass, as they have wasted away their breath
Shouting over each other, clashing against their nature.
And us, sweet us, we shall see the sun again.
All our miseries to be exposed and when we see them
They are missing, a fear of empty words.
And when the sun comes out we shall see that
We have not changed; the people, just people,
Not a conscious thought in their minds.
The earth will flatten, the trees still grow,
The rivers run aplenty. And one day, little human,
We too can throw Zeus's bolts.