The Whirlwind Poem by Tony Adah
The Whirlwind
We are afraid
The night will come
And the moon will drop down
Its sheen on pools of blood
Our town is ghost haunted
A whirlwind is blowing
With sinister scenes.
We are in a siege,
Cultists have taken over
Once a harmless hamlet
Our town is living in the past
Glory of its yore.
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: disaster
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