What tipped the scales
What has caused the rift
The straw that added the extra
Weight...or was it a feather
Has the lights gone out, has the grid
Finally broke. Leaving us again depending
On God; And his scary Revelations.
Clutching our blankets for heat.
We wait for man to repair that
Which he has put in place to fail.
What ever can go wrong-will go wrong-
For sure.. We use to know that before
We stopped misplacing our convictions
When neighbors knew it was all or none
When rent parties and waistline parties
Were how we got through the worse days..
But now we just yell “save yourselves”
Pack yourself up some pillows, grab your
Smart phones and outrun the storm until your
Gas has finished or until no--one accepts
your money for a bottle of clean water.
When shops are closed and the super wealthy has
Imposed on you their plan… separated God and man
Leaving you to appeal to selfish men with deadlocked hearts.

© Vicki Acquah