Treasure Island

Elizabeth Padillo Olesen


After the Super Typhoon


After the storm, people count their dead
Fallen houses and wounded are tallied.
Schools and offices are still closed
Broken live wires hang on the loose.

After the storm, people move and walk
on floody streets and roads, treading on
debris of ruined houses, trees and memories.
Eyes, searching for loved ones - still lost.

After the storm, hunger and thirst scream
for attention; shelter from rain and sun is gone
Food and clean water are scarcely to be found
And people weep to find help in desperation.

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Novem ber 9,2013, the day after the merciless visit of Haiyan super typhoon, called in the Philippines as Yolanda.

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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