Thunder Bolt Poem by George Samuel

Thunder thunder thunder face thy outcome
Roaring spirit in the kingdom sky
Noise of the most high home
Breaking through with a shout and a loud cry
Tearing into the peace of man and beast
Take the dearest rest from the sleeping eye
The sparrow quiver and shrink
At the sound of thy overthrow
The poor rain lost her tender showers
The burning sun snick into hiding
The peaceful humble moon avoid thy presence
Like a bomb unleashing thy thunderbolt
Upon mankind and every creature with a breast
Squeeze and force life into a halt
And the less privilege trees in a feverish panic
They give up their premature fruits and flowers
Dancing cowardly to the rhythm of thy storm
Which brings thy bidden down
The mountain quake and shift almost to the see
The sea itself rush away
Avoiding thy grievous tempest and strife
You got the whole wide world tamed and still
You are a monstrous beast