A pebble… launched amidst the flotsam
Debris all around, smashed in the tumult between water, rock, and sand
A turbulent tidal wave snuffing out lights along the coast
Careless savagery, destruction with no need to boast
The power of the surge, paramount in this instance
The delicate balance between growth and destruction…a beautiful dance
The seductive sway of the siren that beckons the poor
Speaks to the festering sore of humanity which has no cure
The desire and urge
The need for a purge
Pushing out contaminants, an attempt to purify the toxin
Creating a new whirlpool with which to fight in
At the end of it all, back to being dashed upon the rocks
A lone sheep, watching the merry passing of all the flocks