Black Saturn
Blustery dark grey sheets lashing down
Local Gods cry, sweat, spat and frown
On the green and concrete of the city
Washing every nook and cranny
With its roaring ebullient currents
As it fills canals, clogging, billowing,
Cascading in swift deadly torrents
Innocent bodies are shrouded in
Thousands of particles of mud
Offering from the Mother Earth.
In the beating heart of Canal Dayot
The dilapidated arteries ran riot
Awashed by the overawing diluvial
Bodies ran and swam for survival
Distraught, distressed and dismayed
At the rescue services of the state
Upon this woeful black Saturday
Families are left to their tragic fate
In the alluvial at the Waterfront
Innocent souls bore the brunt
Tears flowing over in the city
With rising level of solidarity
For the absence of a better system
Superceding colonial infrastructure
The population have accused ‘them’
‘They’ blamed it on Mother Nature
No, not us stated the powers-that-be
Wait for our fact-finding committee
The water cuts through like a knife
Leaving our Paradise in bitter strife
Rebel, scream, mourn, laugh, weep
The lesion is real, fresh and deep.
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(c) CCuniah
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