THE COSTLY WIND

How much damage did you do that day?
When you pinned your claw into the roofing sheets
And devoured its beautiful tattered souls into piecing hay
Like tumbler which angrily hits with hammer`s weight
Which stripped the tattered structure naked
And exposed the helpless insider souls to the sky's eyes
Which made them to unjustly accuse their weakening rafters

That day when I first heard your whoosh
Like "fakafiki" of moving train on the track to base
That I was so happy that blessing will soon surface
Until I heard the wailing of my door-rush
And painful "fofofo" of surrounding trees
Like cow that notices knife on his neck

Amidst my face squeezed and fire burnt inside it so peevish
Your heavy-handedness that violently shook my town-stead
Had caused great that I couldn't pleasantly peck
The bowing heads of street poles like dead banana's head
The shameless loosing look of tightening cables like hand of dogoyaro's tree
Splashing of sands that created slopy and erosive dredges
Breaking and littering of debaunchery refuses
That filled and filed around the streets and roads in shamble
So disgust that people found difficult to have their meals
As would claim million-worth, another glory for greedies
That day sky was bright though, but later feigned it
As it raced continuously until later stoppped beneath your roughening feet

Although you clinically swept some parts and dumped it on the other part
Frankly I could say that I'm blessed with little damage
You mounted, that might not worth a ounce to hedge
As my neigbours are to pity as worthening thousands of tons
Which would attract everyone's aids and tones

I could hear neighbours' heart-beats that alleged
You of stopping his life unfair like dead clock when you edged
I could see roof that you carted away
That brewed tension between long time peaceful neighbours
When you ragingly laid it down on wrong owner's way
I could hear the hushful crying of clothline like cricket in the night
Which was accused of carelessness and trustlessness like passive leader

I could attentively listen to inaudible conversation of the town's press
That detailed disorganized and disarranged outlook it's
Which made it loose her elegant face like aged beauty laurete
As I could say, we are the harbingers of this misfortune
So, we have had enough, can you please come next time with mere breeze only
Which I see the weightest reward of earth