Kraken Awaken Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Deep beneath the surface of the sea,
Away from the tides and the winds from lea.
The mighty kraken floated as if lighter than air,
Their tentacles swirling like octopi without a care.

Those monstrous giants, those kings of the deep,
Woke after a thousand more years of sleep.
They awoke because they heard the cry from the shore.
On land and at sea, there were men at war.

The screams had penetrated into the Abyss,
Where the bombing and rockets sounded like a hiss
These men will destroy themselves again, just like Poseidon said,
Rumoured the waken kraken at the floating dead.

When they've all killed themselves we'll crawl back on land.
As we did before, to follow Neptunes beckoning hand.
Darwin had it right, life came from beneath the sea,
But not because living followed an evolutionary tree.

Life goes on after destruction, death and strife,
We find a niche that better suits our life.
We'll change our gills to lungs and breathe the air,
Evolution will harden our skins, grow feathers and hair.