Society's Angry Qualms

A Poem by Aramey

Have you seen the tempest blow?
As violent tsunami delights in destruction
destroying peaceful ebb and flow
it's winds, a torrent, pouring through all obstruction.

Her winds turn and cull, as if we're only cattle.
we ne'er had a chance in this losing battle,
spinning round, an angry rapid fire

unabashed as we descend toward funeral's pyre.
screaming, panic, her winds of amassed kerfuffle
not a soul can hear us, the sound far too muffled

But karma is a funny thing...
as we're shrouded by her warm, golden wing
we stood a sketch of the broken and misused
her force had bruised our fragile tissue.

And as her winds and waters moved away,
we glanced about, not a clue how we were saved.
It was then that we knew, 'twasn't a storm at all
t'was society's ego, apathy... and their selfish angry qualms.