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.