With the suddenness of a dark winter night’s curse
It came upon us
Not in stealth
This fiercely burning winds of death
A ferocious gust of air
In sweet September came
A charging hurricane
Like an injured warrior
Bent on destruction
To all of us, both rich and poor
It came to my hidden part of town
Leaving death and destruction in its wake
It tore at lives without fear or pity
Those whistling winds, the roaring rush of water
Rising and rising and rising
Till we watch our souls drown and float
The waiting and waiting and waiting
Until we were all drunk with water and fear
In our land of the living dead.
I see myself
With disbelieving eyes
Watching as it engulfs me
Caught in a nightmare
Yet wide awake
As we are stripped of all hope, faith, and dignity.
We are all lost
Who is friend and who is foe?
Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters
Tied together by a tragedy so unreal
Children, so many children stripped of innocence
Filthy waters carrying us through once familiar streets
The looting and the raping and the dying and the living
All juxtaposed in this cursed land of the living dead.
I see death around me
And yet how can that be
For I am already dead, am I not?
I am dead with the crippling pain
This is the tragedy of a people, a nation’s shame
How suddenly a first world becomes poor
How suddenly givers now beg
This is a dream
I sit still.
I am enveloped by a blanket of sleep.
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