Thursday, November 8, 2012

What The Trapped Face





No water, no electricity,
No gas, no heat;
Down the flooded streets,
Everything awaits.
.
Coldness and hunger stab the place,
Endless tears go unseen,
Proud properties bleed in debris,
Uprooted trees tremble in pain.
.
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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15 comments:

Jessica Theodoragoss Alspach said...

a powerful write.

Rachel Collegewood Schapiro said...

Happy Day.

Anonymous said...

this is thoughtful.

Alissa Daimakepeace Schapiro said...

excellent.

Carolina Walker Myers said...

a caring poem that speaks of powerful darkness and truth.

Tabor said...

So sorry. I don't know if I have neglected to stop by for some time...or if your change in design has confused me. Oh well...

Iris Sergey Murphy said...

a powerful showcase, well done.

George Lincoln said...

how thoughtful.

Nataeven FairyAn Fallin said...

this is great.

Taylor Kong Boomer said...

caring words,
well carried out.

Nancy Perazil Federle said...

prayers for new york city.

Stephany ChuBB Hudson said...

prayers.

Monica Owenyap Evans said...

prayers.

Dewlily Jacaranda Henneberry said...

sad reality, prayers.

Virginia Davis Hargis said...

a fitting verse.
prayers for those.