How The Tide Rises (Poetry)

A mumble at first
sounds hushed and far off
that gather in form
soft mingled with rough
cool waters grown warm

Raw power immersed
where deep currents run
join forces unseen
their action begun
the dawning breeze keen

Direction reversed
combining their might
the waves pool as one
smug shoreline in sight
spread soaking the sun

Resentments long-nursed
erupt from below
that seethe starts to quake
then quickens the flow
to rally and make

the rising tide burst
on greed’s corrupt shore
as rebel tongues lash
unruly they roar
till harbour walls crash