Whisking away boats, Destroying strong brick walls, Knocking down castle towers, Tearing apart shopping malls. The whirlwind is coming, Very, very fast! Get cover quickly Before it's past! Get in your sheds, Bring food supplies, Protect yourself from the wind That's raging outside! When will it stop?, I ask thee Sky, Sky says: Look out, you're going to die!
nobody is posting because the vast majority of poetry is sucky. a form of artistic expression outdated belonging to another era. and as usual, this poem sucks assholes. find a new hobby