Behold
The uprooted tree
By the sea
Laying like a failed father
Whose loose grips
Couldn’t hold
His prodigal son’s
Youthful riot
Now,
The living
Wreckage
Lived years
To tell the tale of fears
He had seen
In the eyes of everymen
His unkempt hair
In the air
Spiked and straight
Speaks of the raid
And price once paid.
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These uprooted trees don't just tell the story of Tsunami but remind us of our history