Sad beyond comforting...
...I see the bodies in the rubbles,
Their souls have gone up and evaporated like water,
Into a slumber, their gentle "soul sleeps"
Their flesh mixed with concrete and rocks. It gradually becomes dust & dust.
I hope the survivors don't feel forsaken,
Though their loved ones have been taken
By death in disguise with a name-"earthquake"
What did over 50,000 people do to get swallowed by mother earth?
Has she not eaten enough from tsunami yet?
"where is your God at this very moment?"
Millions left suffering,
The rest of the world are left pondering
"It could have been us instead of them!"
"It could have been me instead of him!"
Sad beyond comforting,
Bodies upon bodies------:-(
Mother Nature, was thou that hungry?
Every fibre in thy body
is devastingly saddened.
Alas, Mother Nature was thou that angry?
Seemingly shattered and hopeless,
The living and the dead co-exists on the streets of PORT-AU- PRINCE,
Heartbroken, soul shaken;
Ah, I see a skull cracked open,
the brains splattered and spilled all over,
Corpses on corpses all over.
We shall write and sing for the departed, a lot of dirge and elegy
We shall mourn them till' we sap out our energy
Our faces wet like the morning dew :-(
As we mourn & pay to the victims their sincere respect and due.
How I wish I didn't have to write this piece,
Poet Ivy prays you rest in perfect peace.
COPYRIGHT POET IVY 2010
The Great Depression
A collection of poems by Poet Ivy out in March.
whsmith, waterstones, www.amazon.com.