Heeds
Take caution to doom, I tell you
Tomorrow or today, it is yet to come
Desires and fuels, there to burn
Darken the sky, comes the storm
Hurricanes, yikes! Comes with wrath
Soles and heels, turns and runs
Heed laughs at us
The heat is burning up
Weather man on the run
In England! In Nigeria!! In Spain!!!
The storm, it passed it came
Bolt on us like Usain
If it destroys us, what do we gain?
Tomorrow another today.
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