The Big One

Every time the stale ground shakes, I question if lives are at stake The trepidation will grow and wane, Where once was calm, now comes the train With careful steps across the floor, Each second, a question of becoming more I gawk and gaze around the rooms, To plan ahead of impending doom Which place is shelter? Which path escapes The fires and foam of churning fate? If fortunate in surviving the first of the fray When will help arrive? How many days Which bodies will crush under violent rain? Which lungs will drown when the sea starts to wave? How long to wait, will nights come faster? What art will be born from this beautiful disaster? Let's plan ahead, let's make a ruckus Terrify the women, the children and cultists No God will save you with magical powers, No other hand but yours will ever matter Knowledge is medicine, preparation is key Idle minds will only make fingers freeze To lessen the blow, to save your pets, Your lover, your family, and all your regrets This fear was unheard of before I came To the western land, I was promised less pain So now I know we're ill-prepared, For not the "if", but "how" we'll fare The wise ones cry out "now's the time!" Though most ears are deaf, one would easily find One could hope it will be beyond their time But Gaia is due, the decades are behind Let's close our eyes and tickle fate Clairvoyant lesions that open the gate Defiant little ants, forever on the run, We'll fall to our knees when the Big One comes