Standing
at his post,
As
the rain gets, more steady.
Still
warning all, who will hear?
Prepare,
be ready!
The
storm draws closer,
To
all within the walls!
But
no one seems to hear,
As
the watchman calls!
We’ve
seen storms before,
A
voice calls from below.
This
too shall pass,
Roars
the crowd, as they go!
Drenched
with rain,
They
continue on their way.
Thinking
this to be,
Like
a storm of past days.
The
winds are coming stronger,
Calls,
the watchman from his post.
As
he sees the forest start to bend,
His
words, still ignored, by most.
The
crowds continue on,
Thinking
this is now the norm.
After
all, they say,
A
storm is just a storm...?
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