Oh, You cyclical mass of troubled wind and vapor. Thousands flee your powerful onslaught! I sit here warm and snug at my sister’s home, In cool but quiet Waterbury, Connecticut. I, lucky to have traveled before your birth, Have a home and loved ones in your path. I am not alone for thousands share my plight. Choked are the North bound escapes. You are so hungry for destruction. Antigua and Barbuda devastated, With the loss of most of their buildings. At least one child has died at your hands. Anguilla, St Kitts, Nevis, St Martin, St Bart’s, Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Turks, and Caicos, Have not fared much better! Next, IRMA, you will target the, Bahamas, Cuba, and finally Florida. Florida where my home is. Florida where my family now flees! I have only one question! Dear Irma, who created you? Who turned you loose? Who seeks to destroy? Who is responsible?