Dark Clouds

The sky is hidden by dark clouds.
The black storm is fierce and cruel.

The origin of the conflict was small.
A minor problem caught fire and spread.

The people of loss are filled with anger.
Their souls are consumed with evil plans.

At first there was a light to the flame.
Now billowing smoke blocks the truth.

Their lives of hate are swords of steel.
They kill the hopes of those yet to come.

W. Wayne B.
Jan. 2012

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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