Mudslide Alley
Three feet under this ravishing mud our lives,we wish we could spare.
This tiny airhole is all we have for oxygen,
so cold beneath this earth.
We all are going to die a miserable death.
The lifeless bodies lay before us,are we
going to pass away like the lifeless?
Screams filled beneath this earth,but no-one
heard from above.
Light seeps through this tiny hole,will we be heard
within this hole above?
Infants lay sick and weak from this damp underworld,
the elders weaken from dehydration and lays lifeless
in the aftermath.
We have till dawn to fight are way out before life takes
our souls.
This horrified slide has taken fifteen homes, and our lives
also.
We all pray for the weak and for the strong to come within
and rise above to live as we once knew.
This goes out to all the ones that can tell this story,and
to the ones that lost their lifes in this sadden underwold,
of this terrified Mudslide Alley.
Poetry by wbluerose02
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Written on 2005-10-16 at 18:45
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