An ill Wind Blows

 

Across the face of the earth an ill wind blows

a wind which las lain dormant in time

A wind fermenting to reach fever pitch

with a power about to be unleashed

Its strength will be without restraint

as in its wake many will cry and shout

Unrest and conflict will break forth

setting one against another with a fury untold

Thunder and lightning will be its herald

a symphony to arouse and incite the masses

The unscrupulous will take their advantage

and chaos will gush forth upon the innocent

The ill wind has bided its time till now

amassing its strength to reek havoc

It will arrive with a majestic formidable strength

and leave as a lamb led out to graze in pasture

Then behold a landscape of destruction

upon which man will seriously ponder

Will lessons be learned in the aftermath

or do we curse the past to repeat the future