Irony

An ode to those whose lives are tough and more than they can bear They seek the exit moaning that their lives are most unfair Katrina came with open eye to claim the souls who care Swept innocence right from its knees undaunted by its prayer Content to grant unwanted wishes, took them to the air Turbulence could mean their doom amidst the clouded glare Disaster spelled while mist disguised the fate they had to share Into the cold unflinching eyes of death they had to stare This common end so cruel was one uncommon sight so rare The swiftness of this harsh fright flight left no time to prepare If you could have it your way then you’d probably be there Most parties undeserved, but both deprived and all ensnared