The Storm Poem by Arabambi Obaloluwa
The Storm
Trouble in progress
Perceived not quite far
Chaos at sight
Not far from exploding
The water is getting dirty
Patient getting empty
Understanding tending skeptic
Smoke of irritation puffing
Drastic conclusion emanating
Firm decision forming shape
Hmm! What to do l?
Let there be call to order
It will be relieving, if each party come to terms
Where the foul air clears away
And success on the seat.
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