Your Poetry Dot Com - The Tsunami : A View From Beyond Dusk

Someone once said 'Charity begins at home' . . .

Our footsteps echo earthquakes
Each stride, through streets, an aftershock.
I, the provider by providence,
Stuff the mouths of the needy
By choice of hearing and
Inundate the halls of these homeless,
With waves of my indifference.

A whole man has drowned before me,
his penniless cap and face-down fingers
float like flotsam
in my dead calm sea.

No alms for the survivors here,
In the aftermath
And prescience of
the most natural of all
Disasters.

And before me breaks their shores,
So unfortunate in desolation.
In my nature,
I am mother.
In my authority,
I am father.

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In my will,
I am society . . .

and in my failure,
I am human.

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