Why so many lives swept and crushed
with walls of water moving across flat lands,
walls of buildings descending upon ground
that sways and shifts like grains of sand.
Why so many left behind to weep and cry:
Why?
Why did this happen two thousand and eight AD.
Did we forget,
did they deserve,
can we ever see
the reasons it was them,
not me?
And why do I feel distant, separated,
from their woe?
Even when deep inside my heart,
I know.
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