Minutes ago the earth quaked
It left the people all in dazed.
Scattered coffins in all places
Amidst a sea of concrete debris.
An offered tomb for all is free
Rubbles instead of fine mahogany.
A father cried surrender
For a son who died without blunder.
An old grandmother wretchedly wept
While her silver-streak head bleeds.
A man searched for a family he lost
Scavenging the grounds without repose.
A revolutionary man found his love
Half dead, yet, handled like a dove.
A son desperately cried for help
No one heard his soundless self.
The chairman shed a tear or two
His wife's in black, a shade of blue.
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