Tornadoes Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Tornadoes



Tornadoes moving in like fire,
the baby of the night,
providing the mess it's causing here,
is waiting for a fight.

More or less a culture disaster,
with brains as big as us,
the world is blurry, going mad,
and what is that there problem?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,culture,fire
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