The Storm

I dream of a storm
it comes from within
worse than any before
sweeping across the land
division creates
a great crevasse
separating a nation
in half

Chaos increases
the storms strength

The ferocious winds
of unwelcome change
reduce ability
to remain strong,
to defend

Invasion by millions
spread from
previous storms
unrelenting
entitlement
exceeds ability
to feed
poverty increases

The storm rages
to intensification
with no end
in sight

There is an end
to this storm
it ends with America
no longer recognizable
a nation of laws
of many nations
the constitution
ignored
a nation divided
does not stand

I awaken,
I cry