Seven Day Storm - 2010/09/23

With terrible precision it approaches
Soon becoming a whisper on the breeze
Providing no warning as it encroaches
Reshaping all while ignoring our pleas
The eyes of the curious are entrapped
In boundaries defied by my mere words
Leaving foolish mouths left to contend
With the anger of the now riled herds
The gavel of the judge finds an excuse
To forget justice while upholding fear
Showing an impertinent child the noose
Redefining battlefields once so clear
Separate they cry out and yet together
For their quandary is one and the same
What drives the storm they now weather
This force of change they cannot tame

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