A/n- this chapter doesn't have anything to do with beyblade. It doesn't have much to do with this fic either. This is just a poem I wroteon…
Katrina
Knifes of fate
Slash the soul
Arrows of destiny
Are out of control
They maim and slaughter
Without a care
It does not matter who
It does not matter where
They pick on the weak
And bring down the strong
It doesn't matter who you are
Your freedom won't last long
They'll strike you down when least suspect
And they'll strike you down hard
They'll take all away from you
You won't be left unscarred
They'll take everything you love
Everything you treasure
And then they'll leave you standing alone
Just with a fateful turn of weather
Family's divided
Couples torn apart
Everything crumbles away
You mind, your soul, your heart
Wounds so deep
They cannot heal
Pain so harsh
You cannot feel
Despair is infinite
A darkness without limits
No nets to catch you
As you further plummet
No hands reach out
To save you from peril
No help arrives
To save you from hell
No shelter is offered
All the gates are closed
No one gives a damn
To the affliction of those
The young need help
The old are dying
The children are weak
The babies keep crying
Where is the savior, where is the hero
To give a helping hand?
Why is he turning his back on
This desperate, despairing land?
Why is he closing his eyes?
Why is he not doing
Anything to stop the trauma?
Why isn't he doing a thing?
Destruction is eminent, inner war's unleashed
Why aren't we helping each other?
The thieves break out, the terrorists come
To take advantage as everyone suffers
Bodies' strewed everywhere
No resting place for the dead
Left to rot, to drown, to burn
Destruction's the only bed
Finally help arrives
But not enough and too late
So why is help still dawdling
When there are still lives at stake
Things that you spent a lifetime on
Are broken and can't be rebuilt
Nothing is left, everything is bare
A sword without a hilt
The shell of a house maybe left
But it's nothing without a roof
Or without comfort or without power
There's not even safe water of a trace of food
Years and years have crawled by past
An eternity of waiting
A change is finally breaking through
A new city is now rising
Through the water, dirt and ruble
A village is being built
And from a village to a town
And then a city built on past silt
And now the skyscrapers rise
Supposedly better that ever
But it's the not the same as before
Not now, not later, not ever
All the victims are now gone
They never lived to this day
Taking away the memories
Far, far away
But the scars are still there and they're still raw
As history now remembers
The sorrow and suffering of the people
When New Orleans felt the wrath of Katrina
Anyway I know that this doesn't have anything to do with my fic but it's depressing and I really wanted to publish it. Think of it as a bonus chapter. The real chappy will be published Tuesday provided that I can get onto the computer.
Anyone who's readingThe Spirit Within – don't worry I have not discontinued it or anything I just need to copy out the chapters which is taking up some time. Also school is starting on Tuesday so my updating might be a bit irregular until I settle back into the routine
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