A hurricane, awaits tall and large eating away at the buildings. The hurricane stops after the damage was done. Thousands were dead, thousands lived. The grief is buried, replaced by anger, as the crowds are chanting, 'repent now, the end is nigh'. Houses are scattered, pulled from their roots, children at risk from lack of safety. I take my food and give it out, I am not hungry, but others starve. Today I am a hero, tomorrow who knows. But for now, I lift the sins weighing my shoulders down as I repent and do good for the better of my people.
