Cry With Me
Come, feel my pain, and cry with me:
grieving my loss to wind and sea.
As wailing winds mocked children's screams,
Maria washed away my dreams.
When a surge of water drowned Hope,
Puerto Rico struggled to cope.
To lose all, even who you are;
outweighs the loss of home or car.
Puerto Ricans felt all alone,
America's heart turned to stone.
Collapsed homes, with no walls or roofs;
get pimped by the news: out for spoofs.
No lights on in the streets and bars:
night skies were reclaimed by the stars.
And, as in a hypnotic trance:
Fear joined Death in a ghoulish dance.
Pray to God, if you feel you must,
but food and water's what I trust.
My life was destroyed on that day
as I watched bodies float away.
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