Storm Poem by Chimdike Eze

As we are drowned in fear
The storm is here
The sound we hear
But now its near

A sound of cry
From a house nearby
The more we try
The more we say bye

A storm with tide
Seems to coincide
With that aside
What we seem to abide

Like a mice
It rows and moves like a dice
Which has no price
But comes with ice

With a loud bang
Same as that of a gang
The song 'Hang'
Which they normally sang

A storm with a mission
Already seen in a vision
And with diverse versions
A storm of no imagination.