The Storm Arose

The Storm Arose

By stops and starts the storm arose:
Warm wind, soft rain, light snow.
At first it landed on the clothes
And did not brush the soul.

The storm increased as more awoke
And prayed for God to send
Sterner storms that would pick and poke
Beneath the skin, and end

The reign of renegades who’d gone
Unfazed by rising winds,
Lawbreakers who would wink and don
Cloaks that protected skins.

The wind bit hard, no longer warm,
And crawled inside the heart.
Poor reason perished in the storm,
Bright minds had lost their art

To plant deceit in treachery.
An evil plan recoils
Upon its maker, who won’t see
Counter-traps until he’s foiled.

The wind bit hard, and when the sun
Came out from clouds and shone,
The renegades, their senses stunned,
Were found in jails, alone.

~Day Williams

Re-Investigate Benghazi, an Obama-Hillary Foul-Up

Charlie Daniels:

    1. Congress should reopen the Benghazi investigation and subpoena military, commanding officers and personnel and records for the assets that were in the area when the attack happened. There were American citizens left behind and somebody has to be held responsible.

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