Joe's Slate

  Displaced communities in a displaced land Their very origins, unbeknownst The arrogance and ego of man But at what cost The divine forces at work here Something to respect and something to fear Too powerful for man to combat Nature finally taking back the habitat Only a few extra drops of rain And more than hundreds get slain What else can we do but sit and watch And pray that nature doesn't turn it up a notch.

  A few years is all it is Then we fall into a never ending abyss Only a few to tell our story Our final moments happy, sad or gory Only our names remembered All our ties with the world forever severed Why hold on then,  Just float away in a far off dren The people you've made memories with Not all of it was just filth Your deeds, euphoric and sober Decide where you go after you cross over Some want to go to Mars I just want to be with Him among the stars