A major typhoon hitting the Philippines, many have
died there.
People hunting for food and water, bodies wrapped
in sheets and blankets lying forlornly alongside
the roadways.
Entire buildings being flooded, children being swept
away and drowned.
A totally devastating storm of major proportions,
wounding and killing many innocent people.
Now living, or I should say existing, in a broken
world where nothing is the way it was before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem