Torrential Grasping Arms Of Nature - Poem by Paul Amrod
Torrential grasping arms of Nature
absorbing the shores of oceans.
Surging with an atrocious might
uprooting the palms in locomotion.
Howling intensively is a circle of wind
bearing wild tornados screaming in fright.
The R&B from Big Easy was a girl named Irma
The scientists decided upon this nomenclature.
As I write the storm has newly swallowed
the Key West and rides upon the coast
with a rage while heaving destruction.
The churches were a haven for the hallowed
as we welcome Satan as our host.
No mercy from Sunday services. The sermons
came short of an extremist's holy unction.
Prayers will explain our humble devotion
as our hope for survival is determined.
The heavens above the ugly irateness
rain down their heartless obstructions.
Sending down our compassionate Holy Ghost
returning with his band of mermen.
Torrential grasping arms of Nature
have uprooted sweet Sarasota.
The gorgeous white sands along the Gulf
will squeak under the feet of danger.
The sunny side of Apollo beach
will be barbarously engulfed.
Waiting for a choir of singing seraphs
to abolish the ominously sinister.
Healing must raise the meager quota
of being saved from a Texas Ranger.
Our climate has changed simply to teach
our industry to be diagnosed
with a greed that will not administer
the righteousness of the uttermost
reason why we need an internal minister.
It would behoove him to impeach
the callousness without an iota
of sympathy as ignorance does breach
the understanding of this warming.
This is created from the contrast of temperature
which lies upon the roaring bounding main.
Inducing the bellowing cyclones swarming
constraining us as victims of a ruthless twister.
Senseless apologies form the billionaires
as they close their insurance with a blister
on their tongues heeding no warnings.
The idiocy of protection from the insane
leaves us wondering why their profit and gain
is so one-sided and scratches against the grain.
The Homo sapiens are pitifully mourning.
Their tears are falling in solitaire.
With the rabidness of the storming
we hope that Irma will precipitate a sister
who tenderly eases and renders the rich aware.
They could finance research for cleaning up the air
reversing the climate's warmth with a healthier culture.
Stop abusing Mother Earth ending this horrific plunder.
Silencing the incessant indignation as the vultures
lick their wounds as rainbows follow thunder.
Is this the onset of the first autumnal extraordinaire
or will the charlatans learn to save our aquaculture.
Selling to the cities their poisonous gasoline
activating cancerous states as we all go under.
The misuse of wealth is unconditionally obscene.
Our sacred counselor recognizes their blunder
and we hope He will courageously intervene.
The extraterrestrials are watching on so despaired
with our incapacity to halt the foreseen.
This is a cataclysmic catastrophic disaster
of such proportions like we have never seen.
She, Irma has visited us so please take the advice
to deter the path which is arriving faster
than predicted which is devouring our Paradise.
This ecological message wants us to instantly reconvene
and balance the forces of Nature and maximize
our abilities to become a godly benefactor
with our faces full of frolic and laughter.
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