Katrina Poem by Alfred Ramos

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