And when the flood came
Swallowing lives and their dwellings
Rivers where roads once were
Roof tops of struggling survivors
Chaos, confusion and mayhem
The weak did perish in liquid graves
The healthy were no match for the fury
At last the storm had passed
And then the finger pointing started
As bodies floated in this monstrous sea
Blame must be found, heads must roll
Guilt, politics and posturing
Still, I extend a quiet prayer of thanks
To all of you with the faith to begin again.
A wonderful write. Disasters are a strange phenomenon. They bring so much pain and misery but they also foster brotherhood and empathy. Very finely-penned. Succinctly written but speaking volumes. Politics and humanity....these subjects arise every time a disaster occurs. You have very cleverly brought them up in this write. A heart-touching write with just the right amount of satire. A10.
'Still, I extend a quiet prayer of thanks To all of you with the faith to begin again.' adequate preparation is part the prevention puzzle, all hands together to aid during and after the storm is wisdom community action, the blame game should be swapped for better measure implemented, to ensure the safety of more lives before future storms hit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A motivational heartwarming poem with rendition of words to utmost justice. Powerful!