Standing at his post,
As the rain gets, more
steady.
Still warning all, who
will hear?
Prepare, be ready!
The storm draws closer,
To all within the walls!
But no one seems to
hear,
As the watchman calls!
We’ve seen storms before,
A voice calls from
below.
This too shall pass,
Roars the crowd, as they
go!
Drenched with rain,
They continue on their way.
Thinking this to be,
Like a storm of past
days.
The winds are coming stronger,
Calls, the watchman from
his post.
As he sees the forest
start to bend,
His words, still
ignored, by most.
The crowds continue on,
Thinking this is now the
norm.
After all, they say,
A storm is just a storm...?
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