The swelling rocks boats in harbours As the life-giver's anger builds Though the skies are clear, the water roars And starts to punish our homes A lucky few scramble onto rooftops But for most there is no time to act Their bodies caught up in the raging ocean As our protector becomes our downfall The liquid flows, unstoppable and unforgiving Plucking soul after soul from life Babies cry as they are ripped from the arms of their mothers Mothers cry as the light of their life is blotted out so easily Husbands cry because they cannot save their love from death Even the children realise that this is no game They do not cry They go silent and close their eyes They wish the water away But wishes are not enough Lives are crushed in an instant of misfortune Even the survivors have little prospects remaining To rebuild seems impossible When the foundations you build on are destroyed But rebuild they did, to an extent Over time the wounds cut so suddenly began to heal But the trauma, the fear, the certainty of your own death That will never fade.
At least 230,000 people died on the 26th December 2004, many more are still missing. The 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami was one of the most devastating natural disasters in human history. This poem will make no difference to that, but I would still like to dedicate it to all the people who lost their lives, family or livelihood in the disaster.