Peculiar Awareness Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

There is a peculiar awareness all over the land.
This is a rare enlightenment, not yet planned.
Opinions are growing from all around the place.
You can see a change in the ordinary people face.
Like a breeze in the trees, as it sways to and frow.
Here, there, and everywhere, expanding as it grow.
Soon, the pressure from a volcano will rise and blow.
The sense of unrest in the country and in the town.
There is something wrong in the land, roaming up and down.
Our older folks are aware; they feel it in their bones.
The informed ones are listening to the speakers' tones.
The youth are well aware, but unsure of what is going on.
They are dark clouds starting; soon, the blue sky will be gone.
How long will it last? That is the question we all inquire.
Hope that peace will soon return, and the harmony we desire.