Death And Debris

• Emma Mcgregor, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

I look around at the wreckage
From the earthquake, tsunami,
The bullet holes and debris
From the bombs, the army.
Broken buildings,
Broken lives,
Brother split from sister,
Husbands split from wives.
The few survivors look up at me
Through terrified eyes
Misunderstood and all alone
No one to hear their cries.
Mixed with the puddles,
Are clouds of rusty red
I watch in silence
And I see all the dead.
Crushed and stabbed,
Shot and drowned.
The lifeless faces haunt me
As I look around.
One last look at the dying,
On more listen to the crying,
Then I pick up the remote
And change the channel.