I.
The tranquility on the hill ceases
Peace of Shalom shattered to wee pieces
A farewell of twisted steel, wood and lime
Left lots of broken homes to mend with time;
Natural disaster no one to frame,
And Dean is not the one to really blame
For Ground zero with rubble in our face,
When hell, broke loose upon the Bajan race.
Evil thoughts nestle in the human brain;
Is it Kick’em Jenny or hurricane?
That caused five souls to drop dead in the cave?
Marshalling brave guys brought them from enclave.
Who ponders natural losses would find
Glee mixed with sorrow; good with ill combined.
II.
Brittons on the hill see plain in the dark;
Opened well, Pandora’s Box beams with spark;
Blogs' questions press news spread like cane fire
With lots of answers Bajans desire;
How worthless are the coral strands on the land?
Proactive plans, in the plant they demand,
And if Swiss cheese is the main course on plate,
Map plans where cows should graze on which estate.
Will flying fish swim back in cou cou strew?
Arch Cot victims are heroes we construe;
A monument in their name is good taste;
Recovery mode demands this with haste.
Shalom to them, we grow for-get-me-nots
On hillsides, terraces and vacant spots.
©Paterika Hengreaves
September 6, 2007
