Can you count the number of bodies,
Strewn across the roads caked hard with mud?
Can you hear the cries for help,
Hidden beneath the masks of blood?
Will you extend your helping hands,
To pull victims back on board?
Will you be their source of hope,
And help them continue forward?
How are the orphaned children,
Do they have a safe place to stay?
How are the grieving families,
After their relatives passed away?
As the earth shook with fury,
They felt the tremble of the ground
On the fated twelfth of May;
Memories continue to resound.
~05.23.2008