a little girl with sodden dress

a little girl in a frightful mess

afloat in a land ravaged by water

her life as tipsy as if in a bottle,

her life only a jump from American shore,

while we have so much, she still remains poor.

Her home swept away in a river of tears,

the tears of the thousands,

the dregs of fear.

water soaked ground gushing forth like a wound,

bleeding for those,

who were taken too soon,

lost in the flood of Poseidan's gate,

drowning in the river weight.

the water sweeping ragged streets,

are the sobs of those left behind,

whose fragile lives are torn and lost,

security won and aside tossed,

mud splattered across a highways tar,

from the trek of boots crossing far,

searching for safety and searching for care,

these people,

these people,

stripped hallow and bare,

weeping for children,

weeping for loss,

there live a brief tumult,

a river to cross.