Storm Warning Poem by Phillip Gallant

In the beginning, we foolishly listened to the few,
Believing and living their persuasive passionate lies
Unconditionally accepting the falsity of their wisdom,
As they wallpapering over the bloodstains of innocence lost.

Composed and nonchalantly, these atrocities were accepted
Disguised as soft kisses, upon the chests of many,
Turning sordid realities into sequestration dreams of denial
Washed out to sea on tears of nervous broken laughter.

But turbulences created from just one pebble of this deception
Sent uncontrollable ripples through the blackened souls of man,
And sandstone blocks of untruths building this obelisk to injustice
Felt vibrations of thunderous rumblings, as disturbances filled the air.

Strong winds of realisation blew away scales on many eyes
Revealing so-called friends to be enemies in masquerade,
Some told us the wicked are always punished for indiscretions
Their own words condemning them for the evilness of their ways.

Ebbed, the tide has finally turned favouring the oppressed
On the horizon, a cyclone of retribution rushes towards shore,
Flash floods of truth in relentless pursuit, will snatch away the wicked
Pummelling, punishing, defeating and blowing them to kingdom come.

Complacency is no longer an option to be considered
As when the full force of these raging tides of discontent crescendo
Those wise enough to stand for liberty, justice and the pursuit of truth
Will only then have protection, from the coming storm.