Gods Hands.
Once again God claps his hands
And the world reacts in kind
To natures fury, in all its wrath
To devastate mankind
Rich or poor, black or white
Theres no discrimination
Be it fire, flood or famine
In its wake just devastation
And so once more we start again
A nation to rebuild
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And mourn the blood thats spilled
There seems no rhyme or reason
To the suffering and their plight
Or is this just Gods reaction
To tell us, next time get it right.
poem by Graham Jones
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