Mud and debri, splinters of wood,
washed up and piled all around in each neighborhood
Where are the towns?
Homes that once were, houses with soul,
gone, only foundations stand, gulf waves still roll
But |: where are the towns? :|
Ike made his strike with hurricane spin
'though most would evacuate safe, some braved the wind
Soon to regret that they had, if survival was theirs,
saddened of eyes, lost empty stares.
Why must it be? When will God spare
life from the mercy of nature so ravaged there?
Now, where are the towns?
|: What used to be towns is just sand and air :|