(A Tornado’s Perspective)
Trust me not with your children
For I will strip them from your arms
Your selfish pleas ignored
Weak, sobbing sadness dashed
Ha, as are your dreams!
What say you now, of home?
Of long life, in tornado alley?
I have broken you with ease
Freed you from the foolishness
of arrogantly standing in my way
Now your significance lies limp
flung across fields of splintered debris
Across nature’s thousand year old path
Your unwelcome boxed landscape
ripped and torn, dirty, bedraggled
as trauma matting your daughter’s hair
What say you now of your God?
What say you now, of me!
*~ Pearldiver ~
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