Early Works - Volcano

The earth shakes and trembles
breaking the crust wide
bringing terror to thousands
as it swallows them alive.
Then roars like a thousand elephants
all trumpeting as one
as it rises like a mountain
to meet the rising sun.
Then with the force and fury,
no man could imitate
its inner blood boils over
in the form of a river of hate.
Running like a river of blood
destroying everything it its path.
It is something everymen should know
a volcano and its wrath.

Date Written Unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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