WEATHERMEN

I look out my window.  Feels like a storm.

I feel it in the wind and I feel it in my bones.

I turn on the TV and radio shows tell me there’s nothing I need to know.

Lightening, thunder, hail descend.  Funneling arms reach down from Heaven.

Frantic, panicking people in town, unprepared for terror, their buildings come down.

Where?  Where were our weathermen?

Why didn’t they see this great storm blowing in?

It’s hard to predict.  But they’ve got the tools, the radar, the instruments.

Still they were fooled.

Now, the weathermen say there’ll be another storm.

Unless we act quickly, fire and brimstone will rain down upon our cities again.

We gotta act fast to be safe again.

What?  What is this now weathermen?

We’re stuck in a sand storm we wandered in.

Are you incompetent?  Were you mislead?

Does it even matter now?  People are dead.

I’ll topple your Doppler.  I’ll ransack your radar.

I won’t live in fear in my tornado cellar.

You’re all incompetent.  You were mislead.

We’ll never listen to you again.