The Earth Moves,
It rises and it sinks,
It trembles like a young girl beholding her first love.
It heaves beneath the sea
and sends out waves of energy at five hundred miles an hour
The waves slow,
they bunch, they rise.
They move toward the land,
unstoppable, Grand.
From space, they look like ripples.
From space, warning could be given.
Alarms, sirens, warning!
For death is on it's way.
People on the shore see the sea,
Do a thing it does but rarely.
The sea withdraws from the shore,
and they look out and see only land.
Perhaps a miracle this is?
Is this what happened to Moses?
From space, they look like ripples.
From space, warning could be given.
Alarms, sirens, warning!
For death is on it's way.
The sea withdraws and paths appear
where paths had never been
and are not meant to be.
The curious, the foolish,
are drawn to the ocean to explore.
But that is a mistake,
From space, they look like ripples.
From space, warning could be given.
Alarms, sirens, warning,
For death is on it's way!
The sea, piled up, returns in a massive wave,
and rises and breaks on the shore,
travelling far inland sometimes
in a wrath of destruction.
Oh, to bury the children,
who once were tempted to play in the sea.
Oh, to bury wives and loved ones,
who were taken by this phenomena, tsunami.
From space, they look like ripples.
From space, warning could be given.
Alarms, sirens, warning!
For death is on it's way.
Mourn Tsunami,
Mourn the stupidity of humans and their governments.
Who refuse to pay attention.
Who will use any excuse to avoid responsibility.
And then blame the results on others.
Mourn Tsunami,
That monster is not the evil.
Warning could have been given.
But the leaders chose expedience over caution.
No warnings were given.
They claimed that Tsunami's were rare,
though the last one they had; Krakatoa.
had been as deadly.
Chris
Posted by cholte at December 29, 2004 02:33 AM