broken twigs scattered wide
rafters upside down in fields
air power twisting in anger
too much, gauge earth surface
file in one place, indiscriminate
leaving broken hearts and tears
now i fear gray sky coming down
twisting, roaring, breaking, fierce
is globe slowing down or wobbling
few of us know and helpless mole
i feel pain for those who suffered
wish them inner strength to recover
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