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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Surprise Surprise
Rumble and tremor and then,
The concrete city falls.
A population over a million... decimated,
Ten percent die under broken, crushing walls.
Isn't ground supposed to be solid?
Shouldn't home be a safe place to go?
Can you trust the ground again, or buildings,
When they've killed people you know?
We don't like to be surprised like this,
And so internalize the fear and pain and worse,
Awaiting the next one, expectation lays within,
A hard and heavy curse.
Was that shaking just now real,
Or was it only in my mind?
You keep a glass of water by your bed,
To know if you need to rush outside.
Many have trouble sleeping,
Some refuse to go inside.
But when Earth itself tries to kill us,
Where can we possibly hide?
Rumble and tremor and then,
The concrete city falls.
A population over a million... decimated,
Ten percent die under broken, crushing walls.
Isn't ground supposed to be solid?
Shouldn't home be a safe place to go?
Can you trust the ground again, or buildings,
When they've killed people you know?
We don't like to be surprised like this,
And so internalize the fear and pain and worse,
Awaiting the next one, expectation lays within,
A hard and heavy curse.
Was that shaking just now real,
Or was it only in my mind?
You keep a glass of water by your bed,
To know if you need to rush outside.
Many have trouble sleeping,
Some refuse to go inside.
But when Earth itself tries to kill us,
Where can we possibly hide?
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