Tsunami Poem

I'm working on a school project called Personal Project. I get to choose what I want to do as long as I relate it to the Areas of Interaction (AOI's). I've decided to write a book of poems on poverty and I'll be posting these poems up on my blog over the summer. This one is on the Tsunami.



The wave comes near
I hold on tight
No one can help us
In our plight

It crashes down
Destroying everything around
I scream with terror
As my father falls to the ground

I open my eyes
And take a deep breath
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t prevent his death

It’s over now
And this is reality
Dirty shack
Poverty is all you see

My belongings are gone
Taken away
By the wave
I didn’t have a say

So I get up in the morning
And go to work
I have duties
Which I cannot shirk

Because I have a baby sister
And a mother
My life is hard
Sometimes I wish for another

I want to leave this place
I want to get us out of here
I want to save my family
I want to steer

Us out of destitution
But I cannot
Because an education
Must be bought.

I don’t go to school
Because I must provide
I only wish I had
Someone to guide

Me out of this black hole
With no future
I am stuck
I don’t think there’s a cure.

So what can I do?
I just keep going on
Because if I don’t work
My family will be gone.