LADIES OF THE LAKE

THE LADIES OF THE LAKE

Katrina was a gentle soul, swirling over sea,

As was Rita chasing dolphins, playing happily.

And what of Jeanne and Isabel, Lili and Isadore,

all such lovely ladies til they ventured onto shore.

Oh why such rage from natures girls

such carnage and destruction

why such violence from the swirls

to hamper mans production.

With clasping grasp they pull apart

the fibres of our home

In blinks of eyes they tear to size

our Athens and our Romes.

Our cities have no consequence

perhaps that is the reason

in Nature's view of me and you

we're all committing treason.

Sinning against the laws of land

by building huts of straw

So Nature can just take it back

and say to us no more.

For every we time that we rebuild

our empires stretching longer

The ladies of the Lakes return

angrier, wilder and stronger.

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