The rain it came, softly falling then came the wind the voice of mother nature she screamed and howled out her pain giving birth to the hurricane called Katrina
The people did not believe or take heed her wetland birth canal had been ripped, sloth off gone, no longer able to protect her body shore Katrina, Oh Katrina exploded in a breached gush
Mother was proud of her new infant Katrina moving her north for the rest of the coast to view then the people found out of the sunshine she left came the dark and creeping bleeding onto the land
Mother nature was still bleeding from her birth the dark liquid spilled over the levees, isolating and killing there seemed no escape for the people left behind no voice had they to be heard, hunger and thirst excelled
Desperation, dirty hungry and tired they cried helpless shots rang out and still no place could they go to hide for where Mother nature left off evil man took over hell fires burn in murky waters as floating corpses rise
The extended metaphor of giving birth is expertly executed here, and works well to define the tragedy and horror that is Katrina. The question at the end is dissettling and haunting, as it should be.
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Be well,
Kathy
that's the worst thing about this tragedy
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <