Hurricane In Paradise

Nobody knew, in reality, his correct last name But one starry night, without invitation He showed up at the party. That's a shame He destroyed doors, roofs, and a large curtain. The muscular bouncers were no match They got toppled over like dirty broomsticks He also used the main door's latch To break the pillars, and two long rakes. Mr. Hurricane damaged and crushed ceilings Tables, chairs, armoire, everything on sight Man and women left bags, purses and rings Behind. He behaved like a criminal in flight. All of a sudden, the music stopped There was a blackout. No electricity A lot of sand. Too much water to mop He came to paradise to stop the party. Outside was a nightmare, the church bells Were buried in the sand, women weeping Men scared and children profusely crying The devil was in paradise, and raindrops flew like nails. The casualties were high. The new roofs flew away Like dirty spits coming out of a heavy drinker Shredded leaves were everywhere in the subway Lucifer has landed; he wanted to showcase his power. After causing considerable disasters and mayhems He went up north. Hope is around the corner The sun will shine tomorrow. A Higher Power Returned to the scene with guitars and drums. Copyright © October 9,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.