WINDS OF CHANGE

Winds of change slowly gathering.

Anxiety rising, as whispers spread.

No sign of dust starting its swirling,

Just a scent in the air and anticipation.

A sound, faint at first, as heads turn to listen.

Growing louder and louder as fear rises.

Bombs and missiles start their journey,

Deadly accurate, but not for us.

We run like rabbits to find shelter,

To cover our ears and cuddle in a huddle.

Trying to make out what and who is to blame.

The signs were there, yet we thought it was war games.

The winds of change are now here, and we fear.

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