The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Lightning Shaft

I's half dead with a nasty cough
all the warnings I blew off
at the consequences scoffed
stumbling in chains

I's told I could go my way
breathe free on another day
like a child I could laugh and play
if I'd only feel the pain

He will hurl the lightning shaft
split the beam and sink the craft
all the slaves before and aft
sing freedom's sweet refrain

When I finally feel my pain




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