The Storm Poem by Jack Coffey

The Storm
It's coming
The air is filled with the smell of rain
The wind whips around the branches of the trees
The squirrels rush into their nest
Hold their young close
The birds halt their songs and pray for the best
All beings are hiding
Or at least most
Some don't hide
Or can't
Maybe they have nowhere to go
Or maybe their eyes are clouded over
Their senses dulled
Dulled by years of ignoring
The growing threat
Procrastinating
Hoping the storm will just
Pass

But it's not going to, is it?
It's here
It's already beginning to take
Homes
Familys
Lives
Lost to it's winds
Forever

But hope
That has not been lost
Not yet
We hold it tight
Clutching it as the storm closes in

But we cannot just weather this storm
Hiding away in our houses
Because this storm is not a normal storm
It is not a natural disaster
Far from it
It's winds are not fueled by convection,
But cruelty
Not the shifting of air
But the colonialism,
The slavery,
The corporate greed
It's an unnatural disaster
And It won't just pass over

We waited to long
And now we will pay the price
For the storm is coming