The Earthquake Mourns
Do You Hear..
the people singing a song of helplessness,
of hunger after those endless hours without a bite
of weariness after those thousand miles without a stop
of lost after those houses collapsed?
Do You See..
the children's fear in the eye
because they lose their home, their family?
Bits and bits, debris scattered every where,
those houses lost, and family broken?
Do You Taste..
the blood on those cuts after an earthquake,
the tears dripping down those rose red cheeks,
paper, grass, or an earthworm,
whatever people put in their mouthes to survive?
Do You Smell..
the frustration like a burnt cotton candy,
the mourning cries so sour
like green lemons sticking at your nose,
the rotten dead corps, once your love?
Do You Feel..
the people's despair, yet desperate to find
their love. People's hopelessness, yet aspire for a better
future. Feel the shaking of the ground? The stumbling
of the stones? The cracking of the crust?
If You Hear, listen close and reply.
If You See, watch and pray.
If You Taste, taste it with care.
If You Smell, find and search.
If You Feel, open your arms and help.
People in SiChuan need you. |
Submission Name: The Earthquake Mourns
