The storm comes fast like endless night!
Its fury's then released!
Mankind prays helpless in its fight!
To wait until it's ceased!
Mankind can only build again...
By faith and faith alone!
Pick up the pieces now and then,
Such setbacks to condone...
And so the journey starts anew,
The land's then flattened low,
The rubble's vanished from our view,
Where to, so few would know...
The land's then built up brick-by-brick,
The rooftops laid on last,
As if this were some magic trick,
Removing all the past...
For Man's no quitter, that's for sure,
While remnants still exist,
Survivors plan and then what's more,
They make sure they persist...
Another storm may come one day,
Or evening or one night,
But Man will always find a way
To make such wrong things right!
Denis Martindale June 2016.
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