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.
15 comments:
a powerful write.
Happy Day.
this is thoughtful.
excellent.
a caring poem that speaks of powerful darkness and truth.
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...
a powerful showcase, well done.
how thoughtful.
this is great.
caring words,
well carried out.
prayers for new york city.
prayers.
prayers.
sad reality, prayers.
a fitting verse.
prayers for those.
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