Thunder of Prayer
It was an odd time for mankind. Injustice was increasing; and not exclusively among the obvious villains. People were no longer black nor white instead a spectrum of grey.
He approached the cornered individual that was his victim for the day. His towering figure blocking out the street light. He loomed above him his arm poised to strike.
It began; merely a whisper, like the buzz of a wasp; a persistent and growing hum. He swatted the air around his ears trying to knock that sound out of his head and slowly walked towards his prey.
Louder and louder came the phrases rushing to his head. The hum now a full blown roar; a thunder of prayer.
Sighs of the weak
screams of the hurt
tears of the torn
thanks of the mighty
roar of the heroes
Prayer of every shape and kind.
An endless stream, in all languages of the universe, yet all understood.
A thunder that broke the silence of the night, its lightening filled the skies.
As that thunder of prayer headed for the heavens above.