The Funnel
Clear blue bliss calmly gazing in tinted hazy summer charm,
Cars are moving, music playing.
Sudden dim, turns into shade the flatland horizon in fear I gaze
the wall of death that chaos unknown, mothers nature's touch
Well known.
The cold breeze shunt my view at hand
The recipe is right, when your in this land.
this honey-trap, this leap of faith has left these towns with much at stake
That twisted column of water and dust, of building, of people
Much loved in much trust.
these mobile beacons of unknown reason silhouette the sketch of death.
In it's path those temples of humanity, those monuments of duty passed,
sitting like a anchor of hope in the path of the giants choke.
The innocence of nature has executed it's instinct and shown reminder of
mankind's weakness.
And all is gone by a funnel of ash, siren ringing aloud in terror
Destruction ended....here comes another.
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2016
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