Thunder in the street

The thunder is no more in the sky.
It roams the street,
occupies the public square.

It is a human tide of unseen proportions,
a call for justice,
a desire of peace.

The unity once lost
is looked out again.
It is the marching of a thousand feet,
together,
rolling the same beat
to overcome the fiction of no tomorrows.

Money is heartless,
souless.
It is a ghost of death.
A fist clenching hope and happiness.

But the thunder,
with its mighty power,
will wipe out the evil doer,
the suit-clad devil with the dollar grin,
and it will prevail.

For its force is love.