Yolanda 2013A Poem by Steele Daniel
The calm before Yolanda
I Whisper prayers in preparation Thoughts of the harm before it’s caused Homes wrecked and Separation The effects of a storm Death, hurt and the suffering of a nation These things keep me up Seated. Rocking . Wrapped in my countries flag, the only thing that can keep me warm Evacuated Far from harm but I die when calls to my parents are not received I wait and listen. Here the breeze blows a gentle beast There the gusts roar as nature is unleashed Miles away but my blood runs silent I fear for the family I left Is it right that you are out of my reach? You stay in touch with my emotions They run for you Tears flow free as I receive news An estimated 1000 lives taken Devastation in village’s, towns and my city Making Global news I remain frozen as calls still don’t get through But media continues to come Up rooted trees, fathers without sons, Houses taken in the wind Ruins left by the floods I choke on every breath As I see faces of motionless mothers down in mud My eyes close powerless Still no news from my loved ones Tell me where my home is now Tell me where I go Tell me how to be more than a frightened girl aged fourteen Who fears to sleep alone and dream to wake to a nightmare: The passing of Yolanda in the Philippians. Days go by like years And a gentle breeze blows through the aftermath Our flag still stands we still have land A base to build our hope from Now life has a new meaning Move forward as one Salvage- What is lost, is never forgotten Aid - What was destroyed, will be rebuilt together Relief- News of rescues emerge A wreck overturned I have faith my family survived in God’s hands ~ Steele Daniel © 2013 Steele Daniel |
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Added on November 27, 2013 Last Updated on November 27, 2013 Tags: poetry, novel, super typhoon, sadness, lost, yolanda, sad, mad, help, humanitarian, phillipines, tacloban, hurricane, storm surge, cry AuthorSteele DanielLondon, Greater London, United KingdomAboutBorn in England’s capital London, to two God fearing, working class parents I fast learned that life was no bed of roses. This was a cliché that drove me initially to mischievous, an over.. more.. |