People walk around dazed, eyes glazed
Thousand yard stares, many tears
Houses in shambles, people, aimless, ramble
How? Why? To the Lord above cry:
Mercy me! Why send this catastrophe!
Dark waters flow. Death winds blow.
Cars flipped, house and home stripped.
Such a waste! Is no place safe?
Surly Man, just canít understand:
Mother Nature Wins! Begin again.
© Mar-April 2000