Her name was Katrina

In this windless city, and its endless pity, it's hard to arise from nothing....we're all suffering.
People watch us through a narrow silver screen, they see the faces, I know they've heard us scream....it seems that few care.
I wonder if they notice her there..the girl with the cold heart,her anger and fury were the start. ....Katrina.


We're drowning literally and emotionally, the pain comes and goes persistently and we try to fight on...resistently.It's kind of hard when you're floating on the floor boards of your home. FEMA said it won't be long and Katrina will run along now. Katrina's saying she isn't gonna go, and we're sinking slow...like quicksand no helping hand to save us.
Just angry neighbors who blame us...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, just ask Ms. Storm, Katrina... and X-men can't save us....move 300 to Texas, just for her to take back the little help they gave us.
Mastermind behind it all? Who ever knew a woman of water would be our downfall...meaner and faster than a cobra, colder than ices...polar. Katrina is what they call her.

( In Memorial Of Hurricane Katrina Victims)

- Divinity
2007