Quakes take no lines
They quash, slash, dash
And they crush
Quakes fake no lines
They scar, tar, mar
And they trash
Quake in lives
as in towns
Quakes by night
as in flight
No height be safe
no depth be cave
We're game, damn our fame
We're tame, damn our name
And the sham be shame
damn the day
Tears won't hold
all be told
Fears won't hold
all be fold
As we see, we reel
As we scream, we feel
Tales won't end
though we tend
Gales won't end
though we bend
As we feel and reel
damn the day
This piece is for our peoples in Indonesia, Pakistan, Japan, Iran, India and others. Words must fail us in times like this. Yet we must find the words to give voice to all our ringing and wringing pain today. It drenches the world, anew.
These souls which just left us in such wrenching pain must waste not in vain. We must find the will and overdue willingness to act for all. Apart from the technology, we must act and rely on the world's geography to save our demography. Even with speed.
Is it time to map the planet for safe zones, and mandatory relocation - no matter the costs???
I plead.
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