Earthquake Poem: The Shaking
The earth just keeps on moving
Beneath my very feet
The cracks keep on appearing
And make the old house weak
I see the hidden terror in the eyes of those around
I watch them as they try to bypass all the broken ground
I see the children shudder
After every shake and jolt
That pulses through the underground
From this deadly fault
My city falls around me, and people die in pain
Cracks in concrete, open wounds, the bloody liquefaction stain
Streets of rubble, twisted bridges, broken buildings, new formed ridges
First the rumbling, then the crumbling, then the sights of structures tumbling
A city once so beautiful
That stood so proud and wonderful
Is now a ghost that haunts us all.
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