Thursday, November 8, 2012

What The Trapped Face





No water, no electricity,
No gas, no heat;
Down the flooded streets,
Everything awaits.
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Coldness and hunger stab the place,
Endless tears go unseen,
Proud properties bleed in debris,
Uprooted trees tremble in pain.
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Ancient anger bubbles like volcano in birth,
Help is sent to where crowded survivors went,
Animal people, unplanned season,
It takes years for the polutted river to recover.


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