Tomorrow’s Rising Son
The squatting men all blankly stare out toward the open sky
Wishing they had seen it coming with their watchful eyes
The monster come, he loot, he run, all objects that were theirs
Now just beyond the setting sun he runs into the snares
The trap the men had set for him was one they had not made
But one they kindled with their loved ones passing day to day
Relationships and families; with nature he had toyed
Only to discover that they had not been destroyed
The love they had remained still true, despite the things they lost
The monster had not hurt them; no he only moved them off
The land their fathers raised was gone with all the things they grew
But love they had and love they gained now this the monster knew
His way was false, his way was harmful and the men were wise
The monster raped the monster stole, and this was his demise
The land he took the land he razed now vanquished him complete
The men, he knew were stronger now, had risen to their feet
The monster gone, destroyed and dead, the men and land were one
Forever walking toward the birth of nature’s morning son.

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Stupid FA not taking the file type... >.<
This is a poetry project i had to do for AP English 11. We had to write a poem in John Steinbeck's style of one of his intercalary chapters of the Grapes of Wrath and about a subject presented in the novel.
Feel free to interpret it as you wish and share your thoughts, i did mean for it to be rhetorically analyzed, after all.
*i did not misspell it, i meant "son."*