No One Stops the Storm

There’s a storm and it is raging. It crackles deadly light. There’s a hurricane-a-waging A war we can not fight There’s a powerful wind-a-roaring Gusting money as quick as can be There’s wondrous drops-a-pouring Tastes of power, sweet and beastly. No soul escapes the gales– Many victims wound up dead Their cold blood freezes into hail And give succor to its spread Most knew the storm must stop So they gathered on a shore On the waves one stood atop And the storm began its war The Commander screamed ‘attack!’ And some fought, but still had lost The storm let out a wild crack! And there lied The Commander on the cross They didn’t die in vain As cloud poured of chloroform The rest cried out in pain “Shall we never halt the storm?”