Sandy, Mother, May I?

Your ravaging calls disrupt the season Shaking the shivering shields that smashed As I watch the jagged arms that detach The body that buckled to the kneed roots Croaking, the lifeless fall to their roots Ripping the ground of the grounded Seeping your destruction onto the shaped Shaping the unshaped into deformity Tides that tithe the dimes for power…powerless Leaving the lives of the listless Hoping that homes uphold in the haste Of your beatings, we suffered…and suffering Searching for an answer, they await to the next Losing the love that lived to like the living Slowly slipping away in the darkness Even without the sound of our T.V. screens, The booming of rousing music from radio, The fleet of videos we are charmed, Or the fanatically popular electricity, Do we dare say we have not the power?