Poem

 

 

There came a wave like a great hand,

Grabbing everything on the land,

Its fingers of foam, circling round

Uprooting trees, raising homes to the ground

People ran in and out in time with the tied,

Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide,

The hand was born in the belly of the ocean,

Fed by plates full of motion,

There was crashing and crunching and tearing apart,

Seeping its way into everyone’s heart,

Lives were lost, bodies found

Dead by the shore then in a great mound

The great wave came as strong as an army

The ones who survived now know the ‘Tsunami’