The Darkest of Nights
Times come, times go. Dark or bright keep the light. When disaster strikes, the community unites. To help others in need is an unspeakable deed. Sandy hit hard. People screamed and shouted whilst Obama outed to the scenes of devastation to help his heart felt nation. Romney wasn't there, a true sign of which he cared. This isn't a pro Obama poem, this is just in which my mind may roam. From Half the world away I'm amongst those who pray. For those hit by this disaster, be sure nature is 'NOT' our master.
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