Quiet Storms

Tension rises in the world
Ugly, rearing, fierce and mean
Who is the foul beast?
That gave birth to this machine

Mellow on the surface
In quiet complication
Rising 'neath the Earth crust
The wakes of confrontation

Stupidity, it overflows
While lines form in front of voter poles
Is this how we change the globe?
Policies and strange reform

I write this for the yet unborn
Dreaming bars that keep them blind
Filled with angst, and violent scorn
The hallmarks of our human "kind"

Decades pass and so do we
Older still but none the wiser
All our attempts to solve for Y
Another strand of worldly fiber

My patience has grown dry
Like tongues that chirp and chatter
I'm waiting for the day
We reach the point we're after

But that will never happen
Because we are so far apart
While quiet storms are lasting
Within this troubled heart