Coraddi Magazine

Listen and Obey
Daniel Johnson

I am tired and starving
Hold reunions at the shore.
My limbs are cut,
Bloody, bleeding my core.
See clothes worn and torn.
Mommy worked herself sore.
Daddy lived and died poor.
I will not be patient anymore.

Let the sun be cloaked by the clouds
And bring on the rain.
Send in Jupiter’s wind
And give us a hurricane.
The planes are grounded.
The trains all delayed.
Cemented to a spot.
Now listen and obey.