Shock Waves in Metropolis
Joseph Danoski
You could sense the growing tension,
Lines of high and low suspension.
The numbers screamed, ”Are we not men?”
As they were pressed beneath the pen.
What was familiar now seemed strange,
Their happy days were about to change.
As the daydream became a nightmare,
The Master sat upon his chair
With the power in his iron hand.
His heart beat quicker,
His light did flicker,
The day the shock waves shook the land.
Kids at play heard the newsman say,
“You’d better stay indoors today.”
It seemed the script had been revised;
“Warning: discretion is advised.”
The TV screens went black and white,
When the big shark took another bite.
As the waters became a blood red,
The island of the living dead
Became a state of emergency.
The tempest growing,
The teapot blowing
Its vile potion into the sea.
The dominoes began to fall,
As it was written on the wall.
Metropolis went dim, then dark;
Tremors felt as far as the park.
Upon that midnight afternoon,
When the sun was hidden by the moon.
As the daydream became a nightmare,
The Master sat within his lair
With the power in his iron hand.
The hearts beat quicker,
The lights did flicker,
The day the shock waves shook the land.
