They say the hurricane started as funnel somewhere

In the middle of the islands, somewhere out there

They say that hurricane came to claim so many

Too many, brothers, sisters, both friend and enemy

Because the storm had no conscience only its need

And that need was a savage hunger and a desire to feed

As the streets flooded with that sudden insurgence

The people fled rather than be dead from this convergence

But a few brave hearts decided they would stand their ground

Having so few supplies and allies they gathered around

When the storm was over, may heroes were dead

But fewer innocents than might have been, the paper said

There on the pages I read it so I knew that it must be true

And now that it’s all over, we give God and the Devil their due