Apocalypse

The break in the rain suddenly turned on

A twilight that lightened our dark skins

So much that we looked at one another

Approvingly in the mirror as after make-up

For a moment as racist as the rest of them

The yellow haze passed with dark clouds

Moving in and the showers turned heavy

Everytime we looked the street lamps were

Shedding tears and it looked as if someone

Somewhere had forgotten to turn taps off

What if the skies never stopped pouring

What if the sea and the wind kept feeding

The cyclone and it kept on and on and on

What if this is the beginning of the end

With these fears swirling sleep took over

And when the day broke the sun wasn't out

But the city was still afloat, the traffic slow

The apocalypse held back for another day