Mother Nature broke her water But the baby never came Our inundated world Will never be the same
We watched slowly With a growing sense of impotence As an elemental army Took our innocence
Some left their homes and died In another place They never did return To their own space
Politicians waded 'round In their wellingtons What nerve they had to even show Their sorry skeletons
Pontificated platitudes Filled the element of air And those who had been flooded Didn't really care
To hear the sly sermon Those words were barely heard Though so well-written Practised and rehearsed
Mother Nature has retreated now To her slumber state One day soon she'll wake again We do not know the date
Windermere 2016 February 14th
There has been extensive flooding in the district where I live. My flat is in a two-story block and nearly all the first floor residents had to relocate. One died shortly after. Another became ill enough to need specialized care and will never return. All those flats had to be completely renovated. I can only imagine the slow torture that they all experienced as the relentless water invaded their homes. The drama was overdue a poem :)