Clouds are forming,
the skies grow dark,
heed the warning,
another tweet storm is coming.
Wise men,
dream of peace,
at home asleep,
in their warm beds.
While men of war,
at 3 to 4 am,
entertain thoughts of
divisiveness in their heads.
One, two, or more tweets,
won’t make America,
great again.
Bad weather, torrential rain,
an omen that the future,
for many will be insane.
Tick, tick, tock,
hear the sound of the clock.
It’s 3 am,
and here comes another tweet storm.
Help us God,
Amen.
