No water, no electricity,
No gas, no heat;
Down the flooded streets,
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.
a powerful write.
this is thoughtful.
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.
this is great.
well carried out.
prayers for new york city.
sad reality, prayers.
a fitting verse.
prayers for those.
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