For Days Long The Rain Falls Poem by Gert Strydom

For days long the rain falls,
not like flying bullets
somewhere in the Middle East
or bombs from American war planes

dropping down on who knows whom,
killing children, women and men,
or like missiles from war ships
or projectiles fired from tanks.

God sends his blessings on everyone,
opens the clouds and let His rain pour down
and the thirsty earth rejoices before it’s gone,
plants, insects and birds let their joy be known

and man is only interested in power of his own
and while tears pour down looks with a nasty frown.