Weeping Skies Poem by Chris Jibero

The skiess have been weeping inconsolably lately
Drenching all my beloved land
With their tears that wreck havoc wherever they land
Keeping many a man on forced standby
Looking forward to hosting them as they come by
Though they are guests improperly invited
They make haste to visit us
Like obtrusive sanitary inspectors
Planting in our bosoms apprehension and fear
Inclined to finding us guilty and punished
No matter how hard we try to please them
Unfazed that we are a people of valour
So brave and so dear
But unable to lift a hand in this fray
Because man is always the ultimate loser
In all pitched battles with nature

Lo, everyone is compelled to wait helplessly
Expecting to receive their rightful portion of sorrow
As floods angrily and hungrily devour
Plants, flesh, bone and marrow

Oh, avenging heavenly tears strutting around
Kindly withdraw your feisty furry
And save us from further loss and injury
Though our iniquities be many and vary
Making you spread trouble about like a bully
Because every day on end
We abuse our magnificent milieu
Glossing over the fact that our tenancy here
Is frankly moderated by you.

(c) Chris Jibero. 16/08/2012.