Quaking Terror
Run, run, run from the outbreak of quaking terror,
but where can you go or hide because it's not done.
Trapped, in bitter anguish, hands cuffed behind your back,
it’s taken your pride, you'll remember forever.
The locust has been released from its amber cage,
reproducing, scatter millions, killing slowly
igniting a Molotov cocktail round beings
with its infected poison sting convulsing rage.
People are feeling pain from the quaking terror.
3/19/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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