Frustration

It's one of those days
When Nature unleashes
its unstoppable force
And my heart is galloping
Like a wild horse
I'm standing at the top of a hill
Not for kicks, not for a thrill
Too many hours to think
My eyes won't even blink
Too much time to kill
Not knowing how I will
I don't have the strength
I don't have water left
To draw from the well
all I hear is the sound
of a nearing funeral bell
Interspersed among
alarms, ambulances
And loud Fire trucks
Police cruisers and
unmarked cars
Flashing lights
Chasing thugs
A world left to the shrewd
While the rest of us continue
to be controlled and screwed
By the rich and the chosen few