A Storm Called Change

  At first it was predicted to not be in range.

Years of lies and deceit

We had taken enough but scared to fight back, scared of defeat.

Years passed and years went.

Now all the money is gone and spent.

The storm grew slowly but is now out of control.

It started as a whimper and over the years grew into a vigilant patrol.

When I heard of the storm it made my heart ring think “could this be what I was waiting for? ”

The people have woke up and realized the storm is at their door.

“The storm is coming the storm is near.”

The time has come it’s time for change.

It’s never too late in this day and age.

A storm is approaching its called change.

Juan Socarraz

In this poem the author states that change is like a storm. Change starts small and grows bigger and bigger till it reaches your door step where you have to make a choice. This poem relates to the world because when chage starts some people don't notice and then it the change gets bigger and then people change.