Alarm and David Psalm
I’m certain that Alarm,
Does man a dose of harm,
Fruitful labor suspending in his supportive farm,
His hoes and shovels now a defensive arm.
Fear –multiplying Alarm,
Challenges us to remain calm,
But after Death rubbish is every balm,
In crisis, one’s fate pirouetting on one’s palm,
With the frightening that weighs not a little gram,
Goose pimples – causing Alarm,
Stays after reading David’s psalm.
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