Picking Up the Pieces
Flooded river, broken dam
Upturned trees,houses gone.
People shouting from out of sight
We need more help,we need more light.
Most have left, before the storm,
The few that remain
Are battered and torn.
Trying to salvage what they can,
Their lives are in tatters,
"How lucky I am"
The waters started receding,
Going back to the sea
Taking along, all their cherished memories.
a few days ago,
It was peaceful and calm,
Now devastation brings, panic and alarm.
To build a new life
With all that remains,
Praying to God
It doesn't come back again.
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