Rising storm, howling wind in skies
Darkening as the rush shakes glass in my window.
Swinging signboards – malevolent sign –
Altering concern to foreboding of evil.
No
Escape
From what’s
Above us
Breaking loose cosy tiling roofs
Baby cries and desperate screams of the elders
Falling oaks and money soaked in boats
Destructive power in its apotheosis
Disaster
On the winning side
Disaster
Suppressing human pride.
The flood of sweat and blood
On the deserted ground
Spoiled water, liberty decapitated.
The formless bodies lie
In the disruption tight
Fresh handicapped, voice of the world uncreated.
No
Escape
From what’s
Above us
Disaster
On the winning side
Disaster
Suppressing human pride.