Katrina, mistress os mischance (for relief fund)

[jeff]

Katrina, mistress of mischance

The pollen of disaster travels far on your violent winds.
Man’s humble refuge trembles under only the whisper of your breath
to shatter in disillusionment at your enraged shrieks:
Turing trusted shelter into artillery for our sickening death.

The abused seas heed your immortal rage and command.
Tumbling over itself, it raises its own
polluted anguish to the very limit of its ferocity
and turn and throw itself against a city left to mourn.

Our own construction was our own destruction.
Helpless lives left behind in a city that once was
Still pay their mortgages in vein for a home that’s no longer there.
Now, let the games begin for the rest of us.

Katrina’s past, so now we must find a “they” to blame.
Who is they, who didn’t do enough prevention?
It was all of us, each one the same
in the wake of our own invention.

Bad news is good news, so we pay it close attention.
Disturbing images of destruction printed day to day.
But how long until this news gets old?
To become just, another statistic, to fade, from memory?

We should not blame, but learn:
of nature’s passionate hate for humanity,
and what becomes when our thin layer of civilised man
is stripped away by the fall of a society.

So sew the seeds of memory on the flooded land
so that the crop of experience
may nourish and sustain the remnant future
to aid survival against ourselves.

[Kaze no Shi]

Hey, not too bad dood ^_^ I'm not a poetry fan, but I liked it ^_^

Personally though, nature is indifferent, of course, poetry is non literal mostly, so I'll shut my mouth now <zips mouth and grins like an idiot>

[jeff]

Thanks for the kind coment. I've actually done another version with a slight change in it becuase nature doesn't hate humaity as such. it was a lesson, so i changes one verse alittle:

Katrina, mistress of mischance

The pollen of disaster travels far on your violent winds.
Man’s humble refuge trembles under only the whisper of your breath
to shatter in disillusionment at your enraged shrieks:
Turing trusted shelter into artillery for our sickening death.

The abused seas heed your immortal rage and command.
Tumbling over itself, it raises its own
polluted anguish to the very limit of its ferocity
and turn and throw itself against a city left to mourn.

Our own construction was our own destruction.
Helpless lives left behind in a city that once was
Still pay their mortgages in vein for a home that’s no longer there.
Now, let the games begin for the rest of us.

Katrina’s past, so now we must find a “they” to blame.
Who is they, who didn’t do enough prevention?
It was all of us, each one the same
in the wake of our own invention.

Bad news is good news, so we pay it close attention.
Disturbing images of destruction printed day to day.
But how long until this news gets old?
To become just, another statistic, to fade, from memory?

We should not blame, but learn:
of nature’s passionate admonition to humanity,
and what becomes when our thin layer of civilised man
is stripped away by the fall of a society.

So sew the seeds of memory on the flooded land
so that the crop of experience
may nourish and sustain the remnant future
to aid survival against ourselves.

[Kaze no Shi]

Ah I see the difference ^_^ I suppose you can see it as a lesson....though politicians, not to mention people in general, tend to wait until AFTER the fact -_-

Oh, I didn't mention it last time, but I like how you say that our own devices are part of our own undoing ^_^

[jeff]

Well, they were. It was built under sea level, so That's a disaster waiting to happen. If we weren't there, it wouldn't have mattered. Cruel to say it though...

[frank]

I'll have something by tonight, maybe late, but before the sun comes up tomorrow.