Lives shattered and bodies scattered
All over the uprooted scene;
Putrefying carcasses are picked apart
By gaunt, frayed beasts.
There is sorrow everywhere,
It rings through the air like a piercing siren.
The storm has hit hard and cruel,
Transforming lives to arithmetic glyphs for easier digestion.
Brows permanently contorted downwards,
Lips down-turned and eyes flowing.
There will be no relief here anytime soon,
No respite is forthcoming.
‘Who won today’s game, I wonder’,
Yawning say I, and change the channel.