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:

Unknown said...

a powerful write.

Anonymous said...

Happy Day.

Anonymous said...

this is thoughtful.

Alissa Meredith Jill Osborn Schapiro said...

excellent.

Anonymous 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...

Marissa Biden Sergey Christina Murphy said...

a powerful showcase, well done.

Anonymous said...

how thoughtful.

Abbey Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...

this is great.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

caring words,
well carried out.

Anonymous said...

prayers for new york city.

Unknown said...

prayers.

Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton said...

prayers.

Anonymous said...

sad reality, prayers.

Anonymous said...

a fitting verse.
prayers for those.