Try living in paradise
Still recovering from trauma
Thinking about the ones left behind
Feeling sun on brown skin
While buildings burn down
Today was like any other
Enjoying cool ocean waters
While salt washes festering wounds
Fresh flesh like grapefruit is pink
Looking to the distant stars
Trampling on growing daisies
Only to lay in a field of them
Howling loud at worship
While fearing the whites of saved eyes
Lift every voice and sing
To dance and to be joyful
While quakes lulls sleeping babies
When the dust settles what remains