Commentary - Tsunami 2004
Though it’s man who makes war
And who murders his kind,
Who oppresses and rapes and enslaves,
The question of guilt’s not so clearly defined
As the dead wash ashore with the waves;
And I’m cold and I’m weary and worn to the core
As I struggle to search for the light,
And I think to myself as the waters recede,
Maybe God needs forgiveness tonight.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
