A Foreboding Cloud

Dirty thirties leaving the farm behind Looking back as the phantom of hunger Fear Gorta looms in the clouds Scraping the dusty bowl across the land Suffocating anything that didn’t die of thirst Fear Gorta looms in the clouds Blasting away all flesh from the bone To be bleached by the sun for greed has come Fear Gorta looms in the clouds Famine takes and takes even the dead are not safe Starving tumbleweeds run from the windy death Fear Gorta looms in the clouds A blackened blizzard perpetually hungry Eating everything in its path Fear Gorta looms in the clouds As death blooms in its garden Just ribs of ghostly towns lie in the wake Emaciated we run before the storm