My home is where the lightning splits the sky
And thunder roars in spite of man’s domain,
Where wrathful torrents on this new earth cry
In honour of some deep, unspoken pain.
A wail of monstrous fury long suppressed
As these grey streets ignite in livid hues;
Beneath a civil smile I beat my chest
And scream – I long to be unshackled too.
This cell of bleak monotony – this life,
This flesh, this endless gnawing of the soul –
Do you not sicken in this realm of strife?
Do you not yearn to see it swallowed whole?
For when this world and its illusions pale,
The timid and the tame turn tail and flee;
Beset by thunder, lightning, rain and gale,
At last a home for savages like me.