Pent Up Anger
The howling wind interrupted my dreams,
Some time in the early morn.
It was a dark and moonless night,
With a long time left till dawn.
The roof it shook, the windows too,
The doors it seemed did breathe,
As Mother Nature's pent up force,
once more was loosed the leash.
I lay awake listening, in fear, and fascination,
That such destructive forces can grow,
To threaten the very fabric of a nation,
From the gentle summer breezes we know,
And trust as our true friends,
When they conspire together for power,
Then for many they deliver the end!
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