A faint sound of a cry bristles over the wind,
Sirens far in the distance but none close, none to be reached.
The wind howls and bangs against the windows
Shaking the walls,
Ripping old trees straight
Of the ground.
“Bang bang” goes the glass door as it is shredded.
Pieces, and people crawl in basements to hide from the sound
Of the wind and water ripping apart their homes;
Floods overhead --
People huddle for warmth in small rescue camps
Watching and waiting for this storm to end.
As long as the sun rises tomorrow all will be okay.
Turns to night.
Turns to morning but the storm has raged on,
Pouring down with glass, bricks, wood, mud and rain,
Polluting the system of water, making it tainted
And unsafe to drink. People
Loved ones being split up.
Loved ones being lost.
People’s cries sounding faint,
Telephone poles being shredded
Electrical current still running through, causing a fire in the oil. Polluted
Hurricane Katrina managed to bring
Destruction to most places,
Most worse then the last.
It was a war
The nature of destruction
And the nature of reformation.