Golden Showers in the Sky by Nicole Terry A future out of age here I am again stuck inside of pain. look on my pillow, memories in vain. one more day of sorrow, one more day of rain. another hour spent in loneliness waiting for your face. I think, "How lucky I am to Witness the decadence of a race. Can all this hero worship of divinity really save us from disgrace?" A simple sign of politics, a political sign of consequence so the founding fathers decry. And King James’ perverted version of Jonah and the Whale. But Jonah walked on water in a ship set to sail to a New World of Order, and Money Changers at the Bar escort wards into infancy and slaves who've run too far. I feel I'm drowning amidst Insanity, committed to the Court of Repair. All I have is Knowledge and the Wisdom of Despair to survive in these admiral ranks of Hell. Perhaps, we've another turn to tell History, but we the runners from Rape, Plunder, and Misery know it's all just Golden showers in the sky. Unfortunately, here I am again, locked inside of pain. Serenaded by the black-robed cuckoos- one more Age of Rain.   © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]