The Last Day Poem by Tony Adah

The Last Day



It is a market day sort of
A large market place of wares
Covert and overt
And a multitude of people searching
Buying and selling
Suddenly the sky is not happy again
Dark clouds, whirlwinds and thunder
Then the rain came
Everyone is scampering, running away
The wares behind
A war is loosed upon the world!

Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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