It's 12.51pm and I am sitting chatting to same friends
The next minute the room starts swaying back and forward
Chairs start falling, tables fall, and people screaming
The whole room swaying like we were on a scary rollercoaster
An unsafe rollercoaster
Walking outside was like we had gone to war
And no one had told us
It was like we had bombs dropped on us
Smoke from buildings fallen and from fires
Houses downs
Roads torn up
People dead
People buried alive
People missing
Someone was watching over me that day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem