Disturbing images,
Ravaged faces.
Pain and grief,
Loss and disbelief.
Hopeless and helpless,
No sense to the madness.
Millions swept
By furious waves.
Ministers flew
To take an aerial view.
And assess
The damage.
And appeal to the nation
To make liberal donations.
To raise funds for relief
Of the bereaved
Which never reach
Those in need.
Greed of man doesn’t lose any opportunity,
To make fortune out of a calamity.
Funds are sabotaged,
These hapless people still have courage,
Out of the rubble they rise bravely
From scratch rebuild their lives stoically.
so the fury is not only by nature also from man of opportunity...nicely written.. Best Wishes, Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in times of calamities relief mesures never reach the needy and the deserving...they are left to rebuild their own...honest lines