Remembering Nepal

The earth shakes and we know it's another earthquake

How much more can we really take?

Flashbacks of dead bodies laying in the streets

People digging through rubble for something to eat

My heart becomes still as my pot and pans begin to shake

What have we done for us to have yet another earthquake?

My family members are still missing and yet more destruction has come

When will the sorrow in our hearts be able to quiet down?

The pain in the eyes of the children who stand close by

We peep through the holes in the walls as we see people running by

The churches lay flat, houses begin to crack

Even bodies already resting are now risen and lay beside us

Our country continues to get worse as the shake comes once more

Have mercy on us please as we prepare for the earth to shake with deadly force

The world looks on as if they can't believe

Quickly charities have formed to try and meet our needs

As we pray for help the walls continue to shake

The world holds their breath as Nepal can't withstand another huge earthquake

As you sit comfortably in your homes please reflect

With just one shake your houses could fall

Be thankful for the blessings you have and remember those who have lost it all

Imagine if your beautiful buildings no longer stood tall

Imagine if your families were all gone after the shaking was no more

Imagine if you had to search far and wide for water to quench your thirst

Imagine if you had broken bones and could no longer walk at all.

Nepal we are thinking of you

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