The weeping sky shed tears of rain
To flood the cheeks of shoring land;
The ocean waves raised arms again
To raze our castles built of sand.
The frantic birds made search for nests,
As safety herded to high ground;
The unfazed clouds, above the crests,
Refired gunshots of light and sound.
The gale, then, axed and felled the trees,
Depriving streets the shade of green;
Where rich had killed swamps, raised steep fees
To bail out high-rise concrete scene.
Our homes marooned in floods so soon
That failed to fled with the typhoon;
Our new moon day was dark at noon;
Won't shine again as a full moon!
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