Blowing out of its surroundings
Waging war against little things
Too bad to follow
Too hard to control

The weaning fish cries aloud
No one to silent the babies' cry
The mighty men fall apart
Wicked fowl sinks further

The wicked storm never pity
Even to pardon the humble trees
The farmers laugh and cry
Great men struggle to fly

Above the watery
Nothing to show for their ability
To prevent the risk of the pandemic

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