When the sky turned red
We all knew why;
It could sit quietly overhead
But we all knew the truth
The air would grow thick
The wind would die down
And in the eerie silence
We would be still and wait
For the inevitable storm
To toss our lives to pieces;
Then in the end
It would pass
Happily leaving destruction
Moving on without a care
Untouchable and unaccountable
While we wept in the wreckage
Carrying on.