Thunderhead

The heavy stillness
is tempered only
by an errant breeze,
confused by its direction.

The birds are unnaturally quiet,
except for one radical crow,
whose warning goes unheeded,
unanswered.

The trees are solemn,
paying witness to another day,
in days filled with green
and the message of renewal.

The man and his dog
contemplate a society
in which hate and bigotry
seem a global canker.

Corporations rule,
and educate populists
incapable of learning,
but longing for the yoke.

Politicians don their jackboots
to march to the corporate anthem
their masters play:
“Of the people, for the people” is a joke.

The man knows lightning will strike:
it will be random;
it will be unexpected.
On his hill, however, tranquillity protects.

On the horizon,
every day now,
or so it seems,
darkness builds, and threatens.

Note:  Part of series, Cannabis and Creative Cognition.  Inspired by Bubba Kush