Jamaican Poetry: The Hurricane Outcome

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

You would not have expected this outcome,
Mostly trees and shrubs lie on the ground.
After the howling, hiss and shenanigans,
One would have expected houses to fly,
Like sailing divans.

You would not have expected this outcome,
Light poles and wires look like they had a shot of white rum.
After the Category four guitarist stroked his tune;
One would have expected more weeping to the moon.

You would not have expected this outcome,
Hurricane Ivan had his fun,
16 woke to see the sun no more;
Others wondered where is my roof,
Where is my ceiling, where is my door.
Blocked roads and overrun rivers,
Zinc fences migrating, leaving their little zinc daughters.

But God stood and prohibited poor Ivan,
He declared “Don’t do much damage to my island,
Affect them so that they will turn;
Goodness and mercy they will definitely yearn.
Stay long enough to make them fret,
Leave life alone, and ward off death.”

You would not have expected this outcome,
God saved us, and nuh tears nah run.

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