Aftermath Poem by J.B. LeBuert

The tsunami is long gone but the dead still haunt
Twenty thousand dead or missing
That leaves so many never kissing
So many that will never again want

Piles of rubbish now dot the landscape
Nothing to do with the mountains
Eternal trash fountains
Tis a sad manscape

Another scheme to make money
Unprepared for disaster
A way to make money faster
Power companies aren't funny

Another case of corporate greed
Piled on fields of the dead
In the end they bring dread
And don't help to feed those in need