Tsunami I wanted to write soemthing about how I felt after witnessing the terrible events that unfolded on Boxing Day, somehow it turned in to this poem.


Tsunami
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And to the sea the water went
and left the fish behind
and so the people wandered down
to see what they could find
and as they wondered just about
as far as they could get
the horizon rose up suddenly
and thus the trap was set

With increasing amplitude it came
from somewhere deep within
and overtook the running feet
and pulled the people in
and from its foamy mouth it spat
a terrifying roar
and paradise was rendered hell
and villages no more

within this single tragic day
a global revolution
and all it seems was taken by
this needless persecution
yesterday things thought important
now placed in perspective
No man could dream to conjure up
a weapon so effective

While mothers, babies, sisters, lovers
turn in to statistics
those they left behind
become a victim of logistics
so check your pockets check your purse
and send them what you found
the sea may come for you one day
and change will drag you down


Eric Pinkerton



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