Colin Ian Jeffery
Howl Down The Screaming Wind - Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Howl down the screaming wind
Stem the gushing flow of innocent blood
Rescue lost souls from the whirlpool's trap
Floundering lost amidst thunderous waves
Dashed and broken upon jagged rocks.
War mongers cries surge out of control
Silencing the prayers for peace
Lies are told to quell the panic
Inmates run the asylum
Giving madness birth to destruction.
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