In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun

In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun long poem

In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun long poemPhoto by cotaro70s

Well and was this another seal broken
As the Pacific Ocean came crashing
Down over the red rising sun…
You stumble around on shaking
Grounds…so much disaster and
Destruction, you wonder what else
Is to come as the night sets in…
The darkness is like a Demon you
Cannot escape and every broken
Road is a dead end…in terror you
Cry out where is my mother, where
Is my father, where are my children
And where are my friends…
Well could this just be a prelude
To the mystery of 2012 as the
Ocean comes crashing down again
Upon the red rising sun…you find
Shelter in the ruins of a broken down
Temple and closing your eyes you
Pray to your secret God and that seems
To give you a little hope but you know
How bad things are and will become…
In The Land Of The Red Rising Sun…
The night turns to day but your tears
And fears have not gone away…as you
And those stumble over the rubble
Where there used to be streets in the
Land, In the Land of the Red Rising

~Dedicated to the people of Japan~

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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