The Typoon Haiyan
The winds of a thousand screams,
Descended upon paradise, leaving
Destruction's wreckage behind in it's evil
Black embrace.
A shock waves avalanche hit Eden,
With hurricanes blast force, and velocity's
Speeding acceleration, a winds storms
Cyclone, born from the cradle, of the
North pacific ocean.
Funnel's hell cloud on earth, consuming
Humanity as if a vacuum cleaning, sucking
Away life itself, from the green land below.
What salvation has mankind from this reclamation,
Nothing but death's desert remains left behind.
By thunders wake, and earth quake, nature
Takes back what once belonged unto herself.
Bloods waves wash upon the distant shores,
Building resort towers have fallen, as dominoes
To greed’s need for progress exceeds his right.
The lion has been set amongst the lambs,
It's hunger is never satisfied.
Cry do the angels of God's mercy, for
The souls lost do we pray.
Tears fall for the survivors, and nations
Give aids rescue by flight and by sea.
But paradise lost cannot found, it's
Dream of a peaceful life's existence,
Has washed away with the whispering
Winds, distant echoing.
For only the lonely remain, with a
Visions illusion for what once was,
Has been swept away with the tide.
As a new horizon sunrise awakens,
To the land of the barren, the world
Is left in mourning.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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