Wrath

Horizon screams

Like ancient dreams

The blue skies hide in fear

Angry skies

Start to arise

The wrath is drawing near

Almost an art

It tears apart

Our peoples’ daily lives

Like drums, she beats

And floods our streets

Her children sting like knives

Swirling around

Our voices drown

No one to grab our hand

A huddled mass

The hourglass

Reveals the fading sand

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