Tsunami in Japan
(Image taken from the Internet)
Once again, a March 11
brings bad news, images of tragedy
inoculating
fear and trembling stand
as the only way
to live in the world.
Once again, nature spirits
harvest and warns us
of his supremacy, his height
dark
of his anger overflowed,
of overwhelming anger.
Again
man reflects on his life
tiny,
about your useless pride,
on its small helpless
about their impotence against
infinite infinity lashing.
Once again, we cried
mud and sludge,
lives severed, killer energy
threaten our line.
Again, sorry
lack, penury
not be a dream
scattered and weak, just a pen
at the mercy of the fierce winds,
just a random breath falter
whose
at the whim of earthquakes just
microscopic footprint in the long history of the universe.
Again
hide his face ruefully.
We are not gods, although
much pride and interest both spurious
destroy us without mercy
do not first tortured land, resources
decimated
justice absent.
Again, shut up.
Inside awareness, humility
may achieve
point out the road.
From "The End"
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