1755 Poem by Marcondes Pereira

1755



Distant God, brutal earthquake.
Endless vomit of evil and pain.
All of us have prayed in vain.
Then, hope is something fake.
Human faith has nothing to gain.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: historical,tragedy
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