Storm clouds are rolling
all around, bringing humid heat to the hot days of July. Thunder where all you saw blue. Fear in the emotions in every snap. You can smell the heavy, frightened air. Searing flames of destruction tear apart the village of Lytton. Fires burning buildings, homes. People running to escape, young adults watching parents burn. No one knows for sure what may have caused the melt in one of those hot days in July. In an industrial town in Bangladesh a warehouse is used as a captive deathtrap. Fifty-two mothers, fathers, daughters and sons burned, trapped inside with no way out. No exits from the heated walls. The owner lit the match that burned the lives away in one of those hot days in July. Cars flying through the air as the floods form in Eastern China. Raging rapids covering roads, violence screaming from river waters. People and houses tossed aside. Twisters clearing an unforgivable path. Destruction that must feast during these hot days in July. The heat of July days is taking over, people are acting murderous, senses of the earth scrambled. Terror in unexpected places harvesting in the hot days of July. July 27, 2021 @Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
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8/21/2021 07:57:32 pm
Wow, that is so scary to go through! Everywhere is getting worse and worse and out of hand. Keep on writing, Andy! Thank you very much for sharing your poem with us!
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