Showers from the heavens, stone, rock, iron, and ice
news, at seven, and eleven, even if, not good or nice

Triffids being planted, blindness, in meteoric wake
human's showing human kindness, our survival, now at stake

It doesn't seem to happen, every time one passes by
what failure does to cheapen, as calamity undelivered nigh

Like all those false prophets, descrying doom and gloom
old and worn out promises, while hiding in our rooms

I think tonight I'll take a stroll, and gaze upon the stars
doubting disaster tolls, drowning fallacies, at my local bar