Garry Merola Poetry - GMART Galleries, Inc.


*The Coming Storm*
I feel my ship listing My course changed by beating waves I try to sail true But the waves, they are too strong Around me is a storm Winds of change are in the air but winds cannot be trusted they shift at a whim and take me along this was not my plan my crew is not allegiant they speak one way yet vote another who is really, on my side anyone? I feel I can trust no one they're all the same, red or blue they seek their own unending rule they hold the reins, this I knew But I always had hope The storm is getting worse now as if in concert the winds work on their symphony prelude to war destruction death I cry for the victims myself included I see no end to their treachery I see no justice brought to bear I see only hardships This storm might sink us all

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