Tsunami

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    Tsunami



    All some wanted was a bit of sun
    All some wanted was a bit of life
    All some wanted was a little of life’s sum
    All some wanted was to be part of life
    Nobody wanted a cold cruel tsunami

    It came from the source of life
    From deep within earth’s soul
    Its mission was to kill all life
    It crushed all with a heartless sole
    It was a cold cruel tsunami

    They came from grey lands to catch a tan
    They came, child, woman and man
    And became victims in a wave of death
    That killed and crushed all within its breath
    It was nature’s own ballistic tsunami

    It did not speak the language of children
    It did not understand the language of men
    All it spoke was the tongue of death
    And echoed from a deep depth
    It was nature’s moment of temporary insanity

    Life, homes, plant all fodder
    For nature’s own mass murder
    For which there will be no convict
    For nature’s crime has no precinct
    It was a tsunami from the eastern sea

    Prodigal nature took so many away
    Just to force a bit of kindness within
    And humble so many haughty and astray
    To show that even metal hearts be by love smitten
    But the billions will of no use to the dead




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    Chaos128 commented on Tsunami

    10-25-2009

    There have always been those who, being possessed of the desire to subjugate and disenfranchise all who are different from them, project the same characteristics on others then use that manufactured fear to rationalize their predations. The funny thing is, when they find out that everbody else doesn't think like them, it scares them even more. Strong account, Brother Sasco! 10!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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