Wind whirling,
Songs to be sung,
By the birds,
Hush in an instant!
The hail pours from the heavens above.
As the rain floods,
The once inhabitable streets below...
No one is safe!
Mothers hide their babies,
In a futile fight for life.
No one is safe!
Husbands try to rescue their families,
As they are crushed,
In the rubble that was once a home.
No one is safe!
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
Wind whirling,
Songs to be sung,
By the birds,
Hush in an instant!
The hail pours from the heavens above.
As the rain floods,
The once inhabitable streets below...
No one is safe!
Mothers hide their babies,
In a futile fight for life.
No one is safe!
Husbands try to rescue their families,
As they are crushed,
In the rubble that was once a home.
No one is safe!
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