Catastrophe
Catastrophe strikes.
Blinding us all alike.
Suffering and misery burst from the dyche.
What must we do to stop this blithe?
It hinders and harms all that's right.
We new found courage we must smite.
The catastrophic event that holds such bite.
Pushing back against the tide.
That swallows us with ghostly pride.
The strong are willing to go forth and try.
While the weak just sit and die.
We must fight this sickly crime.
Or we'll parish in due time.
Losing to this catastrophic slime.
It eats you whole in it's slowly maddening hold.
The truth about it must be told.
So pick up now where pride has layed.
We'll now defeat the catastrophic phase.
Beating back the deep malaise.
Our strong convictions will amaze.
This catastrophe that it's in it's final days.
poem by Michael McParland
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