The summers heat has landed on our shores a beaten path.

The anger here is felt by some,the others feel their wrath.

They never knew the hardships, just mythology from a book.

Technology begat luxury and in this foundations shook.

The old men knew their errors and knew none were turning back.

Me, I left for cooler shores with my luggage on a rack.

The satellites are humming, but no one hears that sound.

Looking skyward hearing drumming. Few ears are to the ground.