Amidst the Storm (a poem)

This is a follow-up to my 2016 poem entitled: The Coming Storm  

So many saw it coming,
 but ignored the warning signs.
 Others tried to deny the facts,
 pretending they were blind.

It’s not like we didn’t see it,
 written down in black and white.
 The hardest gale to hit this land 
would be in twenty-twenty-five.

It slammed our people hard and fast, 
with power unrelenting, 
sweeping away the vulnerable, 
leaving families ever searching.

Each wave beats us harder.
 Cities try to divert its path.
 The rich are spending money; 
an attempt to avoid its wrath.

We find ourselves here, standing,
 huddled tight amidst the storm.
 Wondering, is it worth defending 
when oppression becomes the norm?

If we hope to break through this hell,
 once again look at the sun,
 we must stand tall, speak out, be brave, 
and learn to fight as one.  

~ elr