A child stopped dead near the river
She had been shaking with feverish shiver
This was only a glimpse of her
Sufferings that range quite far.
She had come running towards the devil
Which had no task but to reveal
How it had digested them as food
Who, to her, were the only good
The nature was no more growling
But there were many who were still howling.
For the catastrophe had taken
The life who left the world shaken
They were nowhere to be found
But their memories had found a strong ground
In that little girl's brain
Who now was mindlessly gazing towards a swooping crane
Her parents were mere fishermen
Who had their last life in utmost pain
She though to take the sand which she considered crown
But too late; One passer-by saw a silhouette dying down.