My society

Darkness before dawn
There is impending storm
The fisherman whispers
To his sleeping wife
Bye my love
See you later
High waves
Storm
The sound of screams
The silent mourns

A kiss a hug
a wave
the truck driver
looks back at his family
and drive off
to a wage ever meagre
thinking mortgage
Fire
All perish
His screaming sobs

Politician
Smiles, kisses babies
Promises the mountain
Garden of Eden
Votes casted
He rests
Counting his kick-backs
Sunshine-y villages
All forgotten.