The Judgement Storms

The Judgement Storms have arrived
Shaking everything that's alive
Terror quakes in every corner
Boats stream in along the shore

A child cries and hides under the bed
Another one slips and bumps her head
Why is it so loud one asks his mom
The thunder is as loud as a bomb

I don't understand cries the little girl
The wind whips the flag unfurled
What's going on asks a friend on the phone
I don't know . . . . I feel so alone

            In the end when The Judgement Storm passes by
            Every soul will know and will understand why . . . .

Timothy James Pickl
June 20, 1997 at 10:44 AM

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