What can you do, when a million people want to shift, and the earth does too...when your life depends on a bureaucrats lips say'n the right thing...when there's rain outside, come'n down in buckets and bags, and the winds howl'n harder than an old freight train...lost its brakes?
What can you do? What can you do, when the freeway's full, jammed and packed and side streets too...with souls, decided, the weatherman was right...way too late? What can you do, when the mountains you were fleeing to, are blocked both ways...or a dam's about to go, like the end of the world, behind your ass?
I don't rightly know, but I know this...I'd quit my shit, and get down on my knees ...and pray!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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