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An Arctic Wind Is Blowing

An arctic wind is blowing not only by natures fury

winters getting more unpredictable.

Reflected in the uncertainty of human attitude

towards even their own families.

The chill spreading like an invisible veil

upon on the humanity of man.

Causing a depression amongst every culture

above us awaits the hungry vulture.

 

The usual story material gain is all that matters

wasted misspent squandered.

Why worry its public funds don't spend wisely

it could have given better roads.

Certainly prepared us for harsh winters today

more salt and gravel to spray.

 

The early freeze weather patterns changing

quality services not given.

Nature is in command man is powerless

to halt natures will upon us.

This does not deter some causing more woe

wanting to see nuclear mushrooms glow.

 

Increasing around the earth an arctic wind is blowing

the weather and economic depression is growing.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Written by
malcolm-terence-gould
English
Published
Feb 19, 2011
Lines·Words
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Notes

Nature is in command we are only players in theatre earth. Material gain seems more important than working togather to survive natures fury. The Foureyed Poet.

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