Ravished By The Storm
He could not have meant it
There must have been some mistake
When the newsreader
Went over to the special correspondent
The local man upon the ground
In some distant disaster zone
Whose first language was not English
And told us firmly
Across the breaking signal
That the storm had ravished the land
And it left me with a strange impression
Of a cyclone that had crept up unawares
Taken its victim by surprise
Lifted the petticoats of the land
And, despite the screams of protest
The frantic efforts to prevent it
The turning away of its face
Had forced itself upon the villages
Scratching and tearing
Bearing down its great strength
Ravaging without mercy
A relentless rapine
Unappeasable
Until it had finally spent itself
Leaving behind a broken spirit
Before it blew away
In weakened state
To build and re-gather
And terrorise another place
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