AFTER THE STORM
THERE will be more pictures of the dead
cars overturned by the wind, faces of children shedding tears
bloated bodies on the river,
there will be more stories to tell
an old man has drowned here and they are just looking
what can they do? they too have to save themselves
from the upsurge,
glass windows break, rooftops are blown away
what we see are skeletons of houses
the maps of destruction are too much
and what's next? another storm is coming
we look at the people, we speak to our neighbors,
we go to the market, we look at their faces
the question comes: who's next to die? who shall be lucky
enough to be given the privilege to bury the dead?
to cry, and then to offer the flowers?
after the storm is another storm, another cyclone, another
earthquake, another tsunami, another drought
will it make a difference who's next to die?
it won't.
Let's face it. There is no choice. Do not forget
have time for laughter.
Or just ignore, what i have written.
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