The Lotus of the Comming Storm

Calm-

The quiet before the storm

In the skies of revolution-

An eagle takes flight

While a tiger stalks it,

 an empty stomach bellows

Hidden in a billion blades of wheat

A rusted sickle- no a scarecrow

Points west with a still smile

Towards home-

Silence

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