Disasters

By Mitchell Bishop

The earthquake crawls through the town

The fires tear everything down

The angry rivers chase all with their water

The children run for their mothers and fathers

 

The sirens scream, the sirens wail

The people hide, but to no prevail

The hail falls down leaving baseball-sized bruises

Nobody wins, but everyone loses

 

The people panic, the electricity stopped

The volcanoes fill up, and then blow their tops

The trees fall, the leaves stop humming

Nobody can stop the disasters from coming

Copyright 2013

~ by The Ghost Writer on February 6, 2013.

One Response to “Disasters”

  1. I LOVE this poem:-)

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