Oh Helene, you evil bitch
Flying in like the wicked witch
With endless hunger for destruction
Billowing through without obstruction
Wind so strong trees snapped like twigs
And rain so hard the rivers grew big
The floods came fast without warning
Oh, what horrors when came morning
Thousands left stranded without power
Mountains of food now gone sour
For those still missing we feel such dread
Because many we know are already dead
Now here we are in a state of shock
Full of pain and grief around the clock
Though our healing won’t be rushed
We know our spirits won’t be crushed
Like the phoenix we will rise
You’ll see the fire back in our eyes
We might be down just for a while
But already you can see us smile!
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Keith Acker lives in Western North Carolina near Asheville and witnessed first hand the devastation of Hurricane Helene. He wrote this poem in dedication to the people who have lost so much and seen so much.
Flying in like the wicked witch
With endless hunger for destruction
Billowing through without obstruction
Wind so strong trees snapped like twigs
And rain so hard the rivers grew big
The floods came fast without warning
Oh, what horrors when came morning
Thousands left stranded without power
Mountains of food now gone sour
For those still missing we feel such dread
Because many we know are already dead
Now here we are in a state of shock
Full of pain and grief around the clock
Though our healing won’t be rushed
We know our spirits won’t be crushed
Like the phoenix we will rise
You’ll see the fire back in our eyes
We might be down just for a while
But already you can see us smile!
_________________________________________________________________
Keith Acker lives in Western North Carolina near Asheville and witnessed first hand the devastation of Hurricane Helene. He wrote this poem in dedication to the people who have lost so much and seen so much.
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