September of Sorrow and Earthquake

Poem story during my observation on earthquake happens in september describing my vision by creation in tribute to victims of terrific Earthquake in Morocco.

"All that man could win in the game of plague and life was knowledge and memory"' Albert Camus, The Plague 1947.

"Many, however, still hoped that the epidemic would go away and that they and their families would be spared. As a result. They still felt obliged to nothing."' Albert Camus, the Plague 1947.

"The evil that is in the world almost always comes from ignorance and good will can do as much damage as wickedness, if it is not enlightened men are rather good than bad and in truth that is not the question." Albert Camus, The Plague 1947.

"'Every kiss is an earthquake." "The earthquake is a movement of the earth's crust, which begins with a wobble and ends with a tumble." Aurelian Scholl, Entertainer, Artist, Columnist, Writer, Journalist, Novelist (1833-1902

Post-resilience and management of natural and territorial risks should be taken on by the state and citizens through solidarity and collaboration,

with an awareness of climate change to prepare societies for action and a better future. Trauma, experienced as the collective memory of the aftermath of natural disasters, wars or pandemics, atrophies memory and reduces human beings to inertia. Reconstruction requires group work and therapy. Material losses are less important than mental health.

Shake shake earth skake.

Shake shake my room shake.

I runaway outside, I lose my mind.

People around are running outside.

Hiding from tears drops falling from the sky.

Destruction, fears, tears, white faces in the dark.

Houses and cars destroyed, people killed.

I am worry about my family, I check if they are safe

Nobody have home nobody knowIf they are in live or they die.

Like a nightmare I saw people losing their mind.

Runaway I don’t know where.

Silent and tears come from the sky.

Prayers come from earth.

Shake shake earth shake.

Denounce foolish of humanity and corruption.

People are healing body and looking for children.

Mother or father are crying their children.

Widows are crying their husband.

Terrific photo in white and dark taken by a journalist.

Ah! with heavy heart, I come for you god.

With prayers for every loss in September of sorrow.

Loubna Khriss

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your people's courage at this time after such a disaster is incredible. May the love and care of people worldwide come to your much needed aid - QUICKLY.

As to the quotes you begin with, they fit the need, are so very appropriate. Then comes your poem. What to say about it, you have written a gentle tribute with a broken but brave heart, poet. Prayers and more.

[...Relic...]

Sadly, the earth has no empathy or forgiveness. Too many have died. Too many are suffering.

[Loubna Khriss Zoumrouda]

yes unfortunatly they are no justice in this earth we migrant in our country AND IN FOREIGN without to find Justice