Katrina
The waves, like a misread book
Came pages after page
Kissing the silky sand
With constant rage
The storm would not subside
Pushing and pulling the tide
The waves with steel like claws
Unabated of its flaws
Ripped the shoreline of its efficiency
Moored crafts were offered no clemency
The levees would not hold
An ocean’s rush so fierce and bold
The wind spoke an angry howl
The wings of darkness on the prowl
Mercy the last thing on Mother Nature’s mind
Swallowing in a vortex, a slice of mankind
Leaving a carpet of rubble
From the burst of a heavenly bubble
In the aftermath
Of all this wrath
A lesson so well learned
Wait for government, you’ll get burned
poem by Alfred Ramos
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