Caught Every One
by Richard Doiron
We hear the pleas and agonies
Of Mother Earth so wide
Her tears now shed as for the dead
It's not to be denied
Millennia hushed while she was crushed
Beneath a world of woe
She now has stirred and all have heard
The way she's let us know
That giant slept the while we stepped
To mock her holy name
But now she's roused and where we're housed
It's flooding or it's flame
Our heads may spin but dues are in
And these are duly paid
No place to run caught every one
For how our beds were made
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © Oct. 1, 2007, Richard Doiron, all rights reserved.
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