tremors

Those who have not witnessed

 Mother Nature’s fury;

Don’t know what the judge decides;

 Dependent on a jury.

That shock; that silent moment;

A shaking is proclaimed,

A rumble from earth’s underbelly;

 For a time, mankind is lamed.

Risings fall, paths are cracked;

Lives are torn apart by the reaper;

As existence shreds; harrow spreads,

holes are severed deeper.

But, it was you who hurt and scarred mother;

You who stole from her; she alone mourned.

Heralded it was to begin with and so you must know,

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.