national crisis

A Poem by ghostwriter

war-flood-bombs-unrest- all over the world must stop

mysterious mystecism
a death signal
darkens evokes
burying the dead

victims of flood
washed from homes
quakes of destructions
terrifying the nation

citizens on a journey
to the promised land
flowing with sour milk and bitter honey
unknown doom

wonders of wanderers
painful sore in there tongue
restless in there country
waiting for a rescue

hells gate closed
too many citizens coming