An Angered Wind Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

When Humanity's wellsprings are quelled and run dry
and the harvests of hatred
we have sown and so reap

When our destiny's wailings become just a sigh
and the war-torn body of hope is thrown on the heap

The heavenly cupboards have become laid bare
and earthly conquests sail,
like clouds-- through the air

Hell and Tribulation
lie prone in their keep
until each is unshackled
and shaken from their sleep

But from the souls of the Lost
there's an unmistakable cry
From deep despair, a final leap--
as God gives Man-- one last try--
to live…
Like lions
or die…
Like sheep