looking another way

dull red and heavy is the morning sky

the storm is coming  so we are afraid

while time is wasting yet to make the grade

 

the air's unmoving birds refuse to fly

there is no hope that the great storm's delayed

dull red and heavy is the morning sky

 

no better world is showing to the eye

what's been released we hope will not degrade

beneath the coming rain yet we're dismayed

dull red and heavy is the morning sky