[Newspoetry] Prediction as Prophecy

[DL Emerick]

Plans always go astray,
wrong, leaving in their path
some chaos unexpected
imagines truth rejected
as nature makes its day
a nightmare full of wrath.

Bush invents history
knows only the big lie
to tell us must be big,
"a whopper" as a frig,
to hide in mystery,
the reason many die.

So, no one could predict
from details, disaster,
not the man ignoring,
not the man whose snoring,
woke nation, storm evict,
to morning's day after.