by Joan-Lynn

A tribute to all Tsunami victims

Away the night passes without a sound

Dawn brings tremors beneath the ground

Listless waves washes humans that are found

And now they are heaped into a mound

I look above to the now dark skies

I see wretched wasteland cry

I see them all drown and die

Family cries out, "Oh dear, WHY?!"

People around frown and sigh

As the blood bath sea floats bodies by

No longer hopes of living dare lie

No longer do hopes dare flare high

At the end of the day

There would be weeping at things done

There would be tears of regrets

There would be mourning to change things set

At the end of the day

Tragedies, concealed with rage

Anger has bear its hideous hate

The world that's left, the people's fate