• Shattered homes and windows;
    Everywhere I look,
    Are more victims of Calypso.

    Gone are the books
    Of knowledge and God,
    Dead are the phone lines;
    'Tis naught but sod,
    Smothered in rage divine.

    Wrecked lives and dreams,
    Remorseful families,
    Aching, torn at the seams,
    Turning eyes from misery;
    Hell is now their home.