A Storm Called ( IKE )

The Storm Called    ( IKE )
The clouds are orange as they race across the
sky,
Hurricane IKE is approaching at a disaster
high.
The morning after the hours that IKE
touchdown,
Tree limbs and power lines pounded to the
ground.
The city awaken to primitive
times,
How long will it take to return back to the
prime.
Damages that IKE did will never fully
reported,
Government and City officials will try to hide and
abort.
People try to put there lives back
together,
The Moon Shines High to show calm over the
weather.
Excuses to why some struggle to have electric
power,
Just another  broken concern for the poor to wait
for hours.
How many times will it take to see that Government
could careless,
Every major storm there power has been put to
the test.
People sit outside in a darken
community,
It just gives Law Officers a better reason to use
brutality.
IKE you punched the coast line and put fear of storm
past,
Once your gone you will be a memory with a big
blast.
You followed Katrina,Rita and Gustav on the Gulf Coast
line,
Then made your way up north to knock some
tree pine.
The rain shall fall to cool the
land,
Disaster to a troubled State was your main
plan.
Now we get a chance to live in the
past,
No luxury to enjoy just like are ancestors
cast.
The heat is moving in slowly as tempers
rise,
We struggle again with politicians Song,
Dance and Lies.


    Dedicated to thousand that was effective by it's power
    Sept. 13 ,2008