Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

17 Mar 2011

Japan

For sorrow born another day;
On sweet meadow torn, set to stay.

Undefined words, cannot say;
Hearts breached, souls washed away.

A dead dog lays beneath his dead master's feet;
Loyal through, right to the end, friends.

A decaying love on bitterly nights.
Children lost in a final frost.

Frozen salted beads; Snow capped hair;
Survivors left out in the cold air.

Homeless in a flash of a retched tidal splash;
Loss beyond compare, A life just isn't fair.

The love lost is the same we share;
Compassion and charity, send it over there.

Triangular burns from invisible flames;
Fifty fearless fighters in Fukushima.

Humanity is prevailing in a World full of tears.

4 comments:

Wonderful tribute. Couldn't have been said any better.
 
Painfully true, Gwylym.
Thank you for writing it.
Eden
 
A moving tribute to the lost thank you!
 
Heartfelt. Life isn't fair indeed. We try to even up the odds with a bit of compassion. (Hugs)Indigo
 

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