Unrest

Unrest




The umbrella has chosen to hide
Its pride
Honour's the low but forgets that
The wind in front maybe
Too wild for him to handle.


And the storm
Is getting just too strong
This maybe too much for
The umbrella.


Now the storm is down
And the umbrella is firm
Not shaky any more
Not shaky.


"Shall I disgrace the storm
Or shall I do what with the storm"
Says the umbrella,
Far will I take the storm
Very far ,deep in the ocean
So it doesn't consume my people

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