There was a calm before the storm
A dark depth of tranquility
Feasting on forward contemplation
Fulfilling roles of an earthly kingdom
Then the alarm of advancing troops
With an avowed intent,
Rise, Rise, on the move
We are in trouble, Bail out!
Then a thud, a roar, and a tremor.
Onwards soldiers, raise your rifles
On the warpath, get in line
No time, no time!
Scurry little soldiers of the maze
Be angry, get mad
Swarm, swoop, devour the prey
And where ever he dies, let him lay.
Now the scurry,now the rush
Panic station, teeth gnash
Pierce the skin, drink the blood
Look to the heavens,
look to the gods
Least we be crushed
Buried in the sand
Be it our destiny, made by design
Or calamitous collusion of an ill fated time
But whatever the story based in a lyrical line.
You have just stumble on
An hornets nest.