A lone survivor from the town
Whose weather-beaten roof
Was the only dry land seen for miles.
Lips chapped,
Skin splintered,
His words were incoherent.
Our medical supplies diminish
Water, water everywhere.
Yet we have dehydrating patients everywhere.
Towering waves of people roll in.
With dazed eyes,
And loved ones missing.
In Phuket, nature rages its war against us,
For humankind has long begun this destruction.
A lone survivor from the town
Who hides under his fallen weather-beaten roof.
In a street full of debris
And skeletons of houses.
Cuts bleeding,
Glass lodged in his knee,
Ribs broken from a fallen tree,
The gale-force wind drowns out his screams.
Our bread supplies diminish
Tension in the air
As robbers find treasure
In unguarded homes.
Currents of people flow in
With anguished looks
And relatives missing.
In New Orleanss, nature rages its war against us.
For humankind has long begun this destruction.
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