Hurricane Poem by Francis Julian Zewu

In the surface of the earth
She lies sober,
Face buried in the ground
Ears pegged to the earth,
Listening to the very people that loved her,
Ashamed, living shameful regrets.

When she finally cannot consume
Command
Canker as a result of mans ambition
Quest of search of the very evolution of her
Rage anger and annoyance
Forced her to rise on her feet.

North South East and West
She gazed to attack
Crack the very ones she was meant for.

Billows rolls thunderous and stormerous
Hitting crashing smashing and slapping
Old and young
Male and female
Poor and rich
Guilt and innocent
Not to re-build upon their sweat,
But to destroy their very toil for ages.

They sat, living all day all night
Wailing weeping and crying.
Tears dropping down kids eyes
Rolling through adults cheeks.
Struck with fear and despair
Scattered like sheep's without shepherd
They cast eyes up high in the sky
Hoping for hope
Praying for a way
And yearning for care.

Nothing have left
Except shocks and horrors of pain
Nothing little to do
Except live memories
That will accompany to resting tombs
And nothing to wish for
Except shadows of shatters of all fought for.
Forever asking selves
Why us?
Why us?