A brisk breeze briefly blew; Then signaled the cruel catastrophe... The worst wild wind came; Horribly howling... Flying the solid sand missiles; Hurled carelessly across the sky, Brutally boxing bruised bodies. The dreaded dust drifted, Suddenly sped, spinning around the wind And sprayed stinking smokes on smooth hairs; Adorning the blokes, babes, and boys With billions of tick grey hairs. Then, The rustling leaves spun around In the wild wind, which whipped up The dreaded dust that swirled around; Stirring up the solid sand missiles. Altogether, they swiftly whirled around, Tearing the tattered rags of the residents And rendered the roofs of the rooms Flying freely in a freak storm That shattered all the walls of trillion toils. Amid the hapless inhabitants was sown A humourless seed of homelessness.