Here I am in my fortress
Nervously glued to my TV
Listening to constant news
About that mean girl Sandy!
Unable to help anyone,
I feel powerless and sad
While I can hear loud and clear
The ferocious wind
Trying to break my windows!
Scared I am, I confess,
Worried about loved ones
And everybody else!
Gusty winds persist
Accompanied by heavy rains
Seem to swallow our city!
Total darkness can occur anytime
Due to power failures everywhere
In downtown Manhattan,
East and West sides
From river to river
Sandy can be felt!
While garbage cans flying
Decorate the isolated streets!
Here I am in my fortress
Afraid to fall asleep
While this mean girl Sand
Is torturing us!
Must remained awake
Praying to the Lord
Hoping tomorrow will be ok!
Now, I must keep the World informed!
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kip the hope alive, you guys are coming out stronger. Nicely painted.
Poet is always poet there even when something is tragic, there he goes on painting in harmonious colors and letters what is so sad! ! ! !
The wind and the wave still obey His will. Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for writing this very informatiive poem, Romeo, giving to the world the picture of the turmoil Hurricane Sandy has brought to your people and country. And here you stand on your fortress peeping and watching and still not exempted from the horror Sandy has posed upon million s. Thanks for writing this.