Ravening, Rampaging, Rapacious Nature

Migod, the unspeakable misery
of this mountainous kingdom
by the sea offering haven to the
hapless dross of humankind.
Nature indifferently, unhesitatingly
sacrificing the helpless to the
unremitting fury of her earthly
devices, unleashing hurricanes,
volcanic eruptions, earthquakes
and hugely inescapable tsunamis.

Migod, the pathetic cries of the
injured, the trapped, the elderly,
the infants, crying piteously, and alone.
Migod, salvation from painful,
lingering death. Children, injured,
fearful and exhausted, trapped and
sleeping fitfully among the mass of
decomposing bodies that once were
their parents, grandparents,
uncles and aunts, assuring life.

Migod, the atrocious meaninglessness
of it all, the horrendous outcome,
this disaster of inanimate, inexorably
drifting, crushing crusts of this Earth,
manoeuvring endlessly under
this globe's vast, depthless oceans.
The unspeakable tragedy of those
so frequently assaulted, living
precariously, penuriously, bordering
starvation, felled now, utterly.

Migod, the world looks on stunned,
thankful themselves to have
escaped that dreadful calamity,
frantically mustering human and
material life-saving resources:
"something must be done!" to
assuage their own guilt, and to
proffer humanitarian aid, even while
the afflicted, needs unmet, wander
dazed, amazed and seeped through
with sorrow and dread.