Bitter Cold! But It’s August!
Her cold blustery noise
is felt once again
whipping across the Buckeye plain
still weeks from the autumn harvest.
Debris spreads carnage in her wake
the contour and landscape deeply altered
of once peaceful lives
where and when so many once lived free.
Her sweeping presence ruins
all that could have should have been
the souls of the innocent stolen
to be sold for a cheap auction bid.
Patterns from the past charted and graphed
leave no surprise to observers
snow blindness is just as empty
on a late August day.
Bearings and directions lost and distorted
still…still always there are the ones
raising hands high above in false praise
willingly they shout “Amen”.
Such an anomaly this bitter cold
then again not on this August day
history has a way of bearing the facts
believed lies are still never true.
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