Monday, 9 January 2012

When death looks fourth

When death looks fourth in all its anger
Like a bull in a china shop
Smashing grabbing with lots of danger
Everything goes because it can’t stop

Creating havoc at its best
Like a whirlpool out at sea
Spinning, spinning from east to west
In pure madness as it spins free

Creating destruction in its path
Like a hurricane in mid flight
Without a worry of the aftermath
To show us death, day and night

By Dr Geebers