The World, The Wind, The End! Poem by Myrna Migala

First, lock us up with a new plague!
Grounding!
The price of gas is what? They say!
Grounded again!
Close the churches; they just might pray
Locked!
The world looks suddenly so vague!
Started with forbidding to pray.
Almighty Powerful God; out!
Ground them who refuse to obey
Everything must now be our way.
These radicals all-day long tout
Our way or no way we convey!
Yet, the wind does blow today.
Remember the end, the story.
Forget not our flag, Old Glory.
God brings His enemies to naught.
His perfect timing, we are taught.