Sad Survivor

There are those who cry, but never care. And those who's only hope is prayer. They pray for life, they beg for food. The tattered families of this sad brood. Tsunami's gone, Tsunami's went, Our only hope is a makeshift tent. The world looks on, and some do care. We will survive, but please don't stare. The bodies float and some do rot. The smell is bad, and so dam hot. The looters come in dead of night, They steal from us, we are to weak to fight.