Battered

It was when I saw in the eyes of well-built men The battered soul and the tear-soaked eyes And the cries of women reached to the peak Of the world’s calmest seas That I realized life indeed is a blink of an eye For the children cry in hopeless agony And there’s no warm touch to put to sleep. After Haiyan battered the cozy homes, I expected a repair-session by next morn But they couldn't fix their ruined hope, And even I broke my hopeful spirit. I pitied them, and deep in my heart I wept of silent tears, A tearless grief, That the people of my nation in the south Fell to a fathomless doom. A tribute for the Haiyan victims in PH. We remember the anniversary, and now another super typhoon heads to the battered land. May God put our people safe.