Lost, beaten, tired and still afraid
Water and rubble everywhere with no one in sight.
She wades through the water looking for some aid
Dragging herself from place to place with all her might
Looking and searching desperately, trying to find
Her daughter, her son and her baby boy
Trying to keep bad thoughts out of her mind
She trods on holding her baby’s toy
The pain slowly creeps into her
As her hope diminishes and is replaced by fear
Bodies floating, people crying, the smell of death in the air
She suddenly stops and breaks down in despair
She screams “GOD! This is unfair! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem