Our Storm

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Gathering at the horizon, much awaited and delayed;

The storm of revolution, swept through this land frayed.

Rattling the windows and shaking the foundations;

Of giant buildings made, with blooded sweat as adhesions.

Long silenced and oppressed, their voices clamoured unbound;

Like gales howling for justice, to bring down the crowned.

The torrid tempest uprooted, some of the weeds;

That had once symbolised, unforgivable misdeeds.

Spreading beyond nations, it gathered much force;

Breaking rusted shackles, changed the world’s course.

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Written for Penable’s Thursday Poetry Competition. The topic was Storms.