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A desert storm brews sure and just,

it’s choking clouds drift low,

as ’venging winds keep fevered grip,

on evil trapped below.



While lightening flashes pierce the sky,

and thunder shakes the earth,

the dogs of war unleash their rage,

in test of freedom’s worth.



A jackal hides ’mid tempest’s cloak,

still feeding ‘pon the weak,

as wolves slink off in sheep’s disguise,

their pretense, shy and meek,



to seize the timid rabbit’s hutch,

take refuge ‘mongst the frail,

entrenched within the docile brood,

to flee the deadly hail,



Though shielded by the innocents,

to save their wretched hide,

the vermin’s days are numbered few,

their cunning nullified,



for the watchful shepherd’s undeterred,

and culls the cow’ring few,

defends the restive timid flock,

as deadly storm clouds brew.



The vict’ry ‘waits, this troubled eve,

sleep vigilant till light,

on pillows forged of desert sand,

‘n quilts, the black of night.