'The Floods Crisis' hits the headlines for the third week,
A cry of a helpless hopeless mother so loud is heard,
Crying neither for a lost home nor for a lost direction,
But for the pain of carrying a lifeless baby on her back,
Flood waters consumed her own flesh!

Floating along, the houses and livestocks are swept away,
Swimming along,men women and children lie like logs,
Thoughts turn to life in the never-after and all is lost,
A cry for help,the statesmen prayed for the dying ones,
But,who in this world even cares?

Indeed the tempest is ranging and the billows are tossing,
The clouds are swollen with anger hail and tornadoes,
The depths of our sad hearts are troubled and shaken,
The wrath of the storm and its demons is rising,
Oh, waken and save us Master,we pray.


© minnie poet