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.
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