BROUGHT A STORM, By Ryan Guiley December 28, 2015
BROUGHT A STORM
I have not lost my way, I am on the right path,
Believe, that you have been picked,
While others will think I’m crazy and laugh,
Be strong and brave, like a house made of bricks.
This sounds like foolish and outrageous talk,
I think to myself to, I could forget God and walk,
But I must continue the fight and have faith,
The accountants will be guilty and not be saved.
Those who aid them will be brought a storm,
As they never produce, substance over form,
All these years the markets have been tainted,
As they had hide transactions while it was painted.
But somehow, it was continuing to go on,
I came to the rescue and as they were wrong,
I knew all about delivery and acceptance of contracts,
Before this ordeal began, but they still did damage and attacked.
They endangered my life and it was life threatening,
As they were not following regulations or lawful settings,
They shall be accountable and pay the price,
As I had multiple strokes and almost lost my life.
They have no concern or empathy as they hid,
I sent emails, telephone and SOS calls to their grid,
All these calls were emergency, as I was in danger,
But they never cared, as they left me without a hanger.
Almost 10 years later and no one has ever responded,
Four years and a half my wife is gone as we bonded,
When she cries every day, since I’m not by her side,
God will answer, as she is my love and my pride.
I like Fridays the best day of the week,
There are secrets hidden that will be seek,
I still don’t trust anyone to disclose,
But you must have a general idea, what I’m going to propose.
This information is very crucial,
I’ll give you a clue and will be mutual,
It relates to where I was, as I felt endangered and at risk,
As, I had to do fast thinking as it was brisk.