by Roland R. Ruiz - San Antonio, Texas
Beneath the painted cloudy sky
Burnt by sun rays shining high
Lies a wicked killer storm
Comes by day or night no matter
Evil in its sinister waves
Gives no quarter either way
This wicked, wicked killer storm
Has brought the gulf to bay
Insidious in its crooked ways
Cares not if souls are lost today
It brought a city to its knees
In death and carnage it knows the way
To this we owe to precious few
Who dared to stare its evil eye
And brought the wrath to bay
Now the time to pray has come
To fill the shining painted sky
With love and hope we ask dear God
To heal our loss
And take our pain away
hellicane category: hope
3 comments:
A gorgeous piece of writing.
To capture so much with such beautiful words...it's a work of art!
You have written such beautiful poems and I cannot really say anything about this piece of art, except - admirable! Ursula
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