As I struggle through the rubble
I hear their cries of pain
I see flashes of our time together
And wish for some again
I feel the ground move under me
I don’t know where to turn
I see my little girl through steam
Her arm smoulders from a burn
I run to her with my arms held wide
My only thing left is pride
Where are we supposed to go?
She asks me this but I don’t know
Our house has been ruined
We’re left to fend for ourselves
I don’t know if any of you have been through this
But I think it’s a living hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem