Colin F. Jones


The storm it is coming. There’ll be nowhere to go,
When the food runs out; no seeds left to sew.
The reins will be tightened the horses pulled back,
Harsh laws implemented; armies prepared for attack.
Dictators will thrive the socialist demon will reign,
And the people will suffer hardship and pain.
There’ll be starvation, disease, riots and despair,
Fighting and chaos will spread everywhere.
More policemen, more soldiers enforcing the law,
As across the wide world, roars the bedlam of war.
And when the oil runs out and the gunfire stops,
There’ll be daggers and crossbows and Archery cops.
So people don’t wait prepare now for the storm,
And save the next generations from indelible harm.