Smiles and laughter spread
Across the field like a plague,
Clouds overhead darken,
Engulfing the sun.
Winds gusting, snatching words
Out of the mouths of children,
Who silently plea for mercy
From an unknown image.
Their guardians,
Who taught of faith,
Flee at the first sight of displeasure.
Concern turns towards themselves,
While the helpless,
The children,
The old,
The sick,
Lay abandoned,
With only the hope of help.
Smiles fade, laughter turns to cries.
Shrill shrieks from the buried ,
Drowned out by thunder and rain.
Hope shout down by lightning,
Forgotten souls are left to wander
A barren, destroyed land,
Whose only burden was us.
Yet we beg for mercy from deities,
Whom we assume merciful,
And we question how they can be so merciless,
When all our punishments are just.
