The Cape of storms has risen;
There is trouble in our midst.
He comes to claim what was once given,
As He charges foward with an angry fist.
Calm him; call Him to peace,
Let not His rage continue longer.
Calm Him with speed increased,
For yet have we seen His arm grow stroger.
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Nkululeko, you intimate a troubled future - one where patience is eroded beyond repair. In troubled times no-one wins, all loose. The capitalised He suggests a further coming of Christ? An angry one? Powerful poem none-the-less. Rgds, Ivan