Poor island adrift from the fury sweeping of innocent lives. Events as an enigma that no repairs to come. Fury warning indifference, lead to more hunger and plague. Crouching and intangible fury lashing, which condemns and crushes. It has to those who beg on their knees falling to earth to the sun start . No more light. There is only shadow, mutilation, weeping and mourning.
Let us help, we will help because time is short. We will raise the city before it’s too late. It is time to close the circus, It is time to end such terrible act of illusion.
We’ll wake up right that where tin, meager of courage, a heart, stands willing hearts.
All my prays to Japan.
(inspired on a poem of my mom)