Yolanda, O’ Hayian
With sustained winds of a-hundred-ninety-five mph
and gusts up to two-hundred-and-thirty-five,
it’s no wonder that so many people can’t
enjoy island life or, worse, are no longer alive.
Bodies in water, bodies on bridges,
bodies on side of road, die
everywhere, flesh rotting over
and under heaps of rubble, piled high.
Bodies impaled by floating debris,
as hidden under water it veers
fresh water salted by 5-meter ocean wall
and saline of human tears,
leaving thirst that reaches into
the infinite depths of sorrow’s abyss.
Too many are those that have seen
devastation as wide-spread as this.
Roads washed out, blocked by debris,
lights no longer brightly shining
electricity compromised or totally gone,
leaves dark clouds, no silver lining.
Food, clothing, shelter, all taken away.
Then, tropical low Zoraida stirred hot air.
Its blowing winds more rain delivered,
leaving citizens drowning in their despair.
Thankfulness for being alive now replaced
by constant worries about how to survive
with not only homes but cities destroyed
leaving no sustenance and no place dry.
As competition pits survivor against survivor,
marring the complexion of the human face
a nation awaits worldwide compassion
its love and its support and saving grace.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
May we each do what we can to help.
Comments (13)
and it's so true, how our lives
can be altered, or taken, in a
moment... we need one another
for love, support, sustencance,
and more..
Rob
by constant worries about how to survive
The horror of this tragedy I see on my TV is too much to bare, I feel helpless. I lay in my bed thinking about those poor people, and how would I cope seeing my beautiful kids laying dead by the roadside?
Thank you gnj, you are a lovely soul.
All the finest technology along with cleverest minds on this planet, are no match for the incredibly destructive forces of Nature when they are unleashed with such venom against those unfortunate enough to be in its path.
The humanitarian issues in the wake of these disasters are as overwhelming as the disasters themselves. I am at a loss to comment further, being one of the many millions trying to make sense of it all.
God help the victims!
Kindest regards
Bill
But we are one big family, we live and are supported within a good neighborhood, countries that opens their hearts and souls to aid a fellow country in need! . There is hope and there is much to be grateful for in spite of the great loss. It's a long process to rebuild and recover...especially in a third world country where every thing is a snails pace.
"As competition pits survivor against survivor,
marring the complexion of the human face
a nation awaits worldwide compassion
its love and its support and saving grace."
Thank you for pouring the depths of your soul in this piece my dear. You have a beautiful heart.
Both the kindness of your soul
and your special talent to write
are very evident in this sad story.
God bless !
Mick.