Five in the morning,
He woke up to find,
His city was burning,
No trace left behind.
His people were fleeing,
From a terrible roar,
And without even thinking,
He burst out thjrough the door.
His feet were now shaking,
Along with the ground,
And his building was making,
A terrifying sound.
As his tower collapsed,
In a pile of rust,
He was quickly trapped,
Choking on dust.
And as he lay there,
trapped and dying,
With blood in his hair,
His country was crying.
A memorial to the victims of the Kobe earthquake,17 january 1995.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written piece Robert....you've capture this heart rendering moment with solid care of the heart.....our prayers are with the families....great piece to share my friend 10++