A metaphorical piece of prowse that haunts...
I am the storm from the east ,If you are in my path you will become windswept.
A myriad of carnage lays in my wake ,of house,transportation and bodies.
Rivers make for unwanted floods,as I hear lost children,cry and their parents lie in my womb,ignoring their calls.
I am the vaccum that is unstoppable,do not interfere with my destiny.
I am the combination of man's foolish pride and ignorance.
My actions are a result of how I have been treated,
so know to fear me,and be mindful of my approach.!