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