Why on o’r doorstep did you wait
To summon strength and seal o’r fate?
World could only watch your deadly aim
Cat 5 plus, our fears inflame.
Howling, screeching, through village and town,
Huffing, puffing, blowing things down.
Such precious lives you washed away,
Nature Isle _ou décalé_ !
Dry ravine to raging torrent
Forest stripped bare by winds hell-bent
Poles snapped, wires like spaghetti
Roofs ripped, relief insanity.
Loved ones clamour and agonize
Muddied, battered and bruised we rise.
Damned or cleansed, you take your pick
For through the storm the Lord did speak.
(Written by candlelight on the of Pointe Michel’s sacred Sibouli Ravine)
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