An Evacuation Order

Folks living by the coast line have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning, " Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town, standing on the beach watching the hurricane's four feet tides rise....are you insane? " The concerned cop on the loud speaker says, " Take what you can and hop in your car and head for the Evacuation Center...there you'll be safe! " Hesitation persists on their stubborn faces... " Take your kids to a safer place, food and clothes will be available! " An elderly woman screams, " Listen to him and go! " I have seen a dozen storms, but hurricane Sandy is a vicious name!" " Go, don't let any children shake and ramble! " Randy has already hit the Jersey shore, and slowing moving up to New York's Harbor; another exodus from this Melting Pot that once was struck by a terrorists' attack... now, a Natural Disaster. " Sins of wicked people! " That preacher on Third Avenue shouts while ringing a bell, " Turn to God and He will not punish anyone anymore! " " Shut up!" A punk smoking crack tells him..." Who's this God whom you are talking about? Why is he so angry and uses the rod? " I was His child, but today my master is the Devil! " When hurricane Sandy comes, I won't be waiting for vicious killer winds, be blown away as glass shatters and rooftops fall; I will be safe in my home, praying for the ones in danger. " Everyone listen and heed, hurricanes are no jokes...pack your belongings and flee to safety! Isn't it life-threatening to all?" I grab the car keys and off I go with uncombed hair.