If We Speak of the Hurricane
We think of past storms, the aftermath
The deep wailing of the crowd
The interview of the bystanders
And here comes that sad looks
of the homeowner faces
And there it stood that uprooted fallen tree,
Inches away from their house
And that when we know,
It was the rightful thing to do
Listening to the voice of God:
In the wind of the solemn sound
I remember the falling Palins,
The rusty galvanizes that blanket the streets
Where the birds of prey nested:
And once again, we listen to the voice of God
In the wind of the solemn sound
If we speak of the past storms,
and chat about hurricanes disasters
I remember how the winds pressed on the
Apartment window, forcing it way in.
But I listen to the voice of God
As I heard an uprooted tree, clash down
On the rows of park car, before the alarms sound
Scattering debris, block the drains
Water filled the lonely streets,
And once again, we cry out to God
The volcanoes, now hurricane Elsa
Why We??
