—–

Only one week
Seven days for man.
Nothing makes sense any more
It’s become impossible to plan.
So many calamities, so much pain,
If God has deserted us
Who’s left then to blame.
—–
A threat of a meltdown,
That we didn’t foresee
A monstrous wave
Coming out of the sea
A quake like no other
A Devastates of man.
A nasty Cessation
Returns us to where it all began.

—–

You can’t count on anything
Except hatred and death.
You can’t plan tomorrow
Or even your next breath.
Another new born baby
Buried in a puddle of blood
Makes you halt, stop and wonder
What lays beyond an ocean of mud.

 

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