Waiting for thunder

Waiting for rain

I use a sword instead of a cane

I walk alone

And that feels right

I handle my life with patience, not spite.

When this storm

Finally comes through

I will be ready to tell them the truth

The hour is near so review your “facts”

I will cut up each one using truth as my ax

The thunder is rumbling

And it’s starting to rain

You’ve played your games 

With your wickedness and shame

The time is soon and I hope you’re ready

I work the best when the world is unsteady

Sleep well.