Leslie Alexis

Rookie - 217 Points (111111111 / Grenada)

The Winds - Poem by Leslie Alexis

If only the wind would do its job and blow
Blow… blow to reprove the trash of the ground
The seas are at tumult because of the sun
The land is made cold by the hearts of man
And the winds do not blow to show his face
… But instead the winds form a storm at sea
The likes of which the world and time would dread
For the winds have gathered with the mighty fires
And the winds have combined with the thunders
And the Chariots of war used in heaven
And at that time and moment they would blow
And the trash and all that refuse would tear
And the feel shall be that of a million knives
The numbers caught in strife shall be many
The land seas would flood and the fishes killed
The land would be washed and would not give
Hunger and death shall be the only way
But with this all none, not one would die
For at that time, death itself would be dead
And this shall be the consequence of man
The water shall be made oil and set ablaze
And day and night shall again be made one
And this horrid storm shall be unending
This shall be the time of wind, and of fire
This shall be none short of the wrath of God

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010



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