When Señora wants to dance
She has the region in a trance
She wants her Latin lover bad
But he’s run off to Trinidad.
Her temper now begins to climb
Her temper soars to six point nine
Everything begins to shake
And the earth begins to quake.
From the ground a mighty rumble
As the brickwork starts to crumble
Office workers cry and pray,
As tall buildings rock and sway.
People scamper in the street
Unaccustomed to the beat
Grocery items trash the aisles
Followed by the ceiling tiles.
Glass panes on the storefronts shatter
Everywhere the people scatter
Cracks in floors begin to widen
Sinking chunk off Centipede Island.
In her rage she shuns religion
She rocks the faith to its foundation
Those in church stand at the door
As symbols of faith fall to the floor.
Señora wants her Latin lover
As the people run for cover
But he’s nowhere to be found
And so the walls come tumbling down.
Señora relents after a minute;
The people shouldn’t suffer for it
If he’s not here by nine o’clock,
We may just get an aftershock!
A poem about an earthquake felt in Trinidad and Tobago @5:31p.m.,
On Tuesday August 21st 2018, magnitude 6.9 – 7.2 Tehron Harper