Storm Warning

We let the wolves in the hen house

Look, on the horizon, see the blood red sky,

there's roiling clouds gathering, gain strength from a 

lie.

Out of the west, but that's just the latest storm,

there's really no where to run, hide, it's just the new 

norm.

Everybody's seeking shelter, but there's none to be 

found,

just put your hands over your eyes, and go to ground.

The old protections won't protect any more,

Whether we like it or not, the storm is raging ashore.

Now it's every man for himself, no longer safety in 

numbers.

We let the wolves in while the hen's all slumbered.

Fell asleep at the switch, and woke up to a nightmare,

just ordinary citizens caught in their snare.

At their mercy, wishing for normal, but the wish is in 

vain.

The wind's gaining strength, soon will come the 

driving rain.

Hang on tight, it's going to be a bumpy night, bumpy 

years.

Speak of the devil, and he, and they, will appear.