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Paradiser Lost
Sly stealth Tsunamis hitting by surprise
Annihilated furlough paradise,
Immense the prize, so very high the cost,
Tsunami hit, and paradise was lost.
Surrounded by Tsunami water wall,
And walls and more walls, devastating, tall,-
With people trapped , endeavoring to flee-
Some made it, but face waves of agony.
The violent earthquake broke the littoral,
Thus setting free the killer water wall,
It broke, -our mother earth’s crust,
And rest and ease a thing now of the past.
The Indonesian paradise now is
A heap of devastation and debris,
But baby‘s bucket and small train still lies
Upon the sand of treacherous paradise..
Full mad with grief, expression crazed and wild
The mothers run to find their little child,
While smiling high above azure the skies
Care not about the loss of Paradise.
With corpses littered is the sunny shore
On which vacationers will run no more,
Foul and infectious stench is in the air
And faces mark wild grieving and despair.
“ Where is my wife” one asks, but no one knows
And seeks amongst the dead his new wed spouse,
A tourist foreign language student cries:
“Hi is gone- we were about to fraternize.”
While full maddened mothers shriek in vain and shout”
The killer waves took playing children out,
Young lovers that embraced an hour ago,
Are now bereft in helpless grief and woe.
With every hour passing numbers rise
Of hapless the victims of Lost Paradise.
And grandpa howls and wails - his progeny
Was borne by killer waves for out to sea.
Grave diggers dig and dig as fast they can
Mass graves for babies, woman children men,
Above the sea shores, running many miles,
A cloudless and azure heaven smiles.
Tsunamis hit, in spite of smiling skies,
By stealth they hit and killed, - by stealth surprise
Some search for loved digging on their knees,-
Drink water is foul and threatens with disease.
What poet’s quill can pen the agony
Caused by the earth quake and the wily sea,
And feel and emphasize sufficiently
With all the heartache of humanity.
Oh tried and suffering humanity!
Prey of dear mother nature’s treachery,
Betrayal, where grim reaper’s rule holds sway,
Have pity on them all dear Lord we pray!
© Elizabeth Dandy
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