The God's Deadly Weapon

Hi everyone.This poem is dedicated to the young lads of Haiti island who lost their loved ones in the merciless earthquake which hit them.Let their souls rest in peace.Through this poem,let u all understand the feelings of the Haiti people.

We are from various places,

we talk in different tongues,
we have our own clauses,
but our hearts beat as one..

Differences are easy to make,

relationships are hard to sustain,
empathy on us is all a fake,
as the Gods had no mercy on us..

They say, only love can protect us,
as love is as heavenly as ever,
then we are totally against the Gods,

as they made our homes tremor..

My mom's hug felt so lovely,
she was not alive, to feel it,
as a big boulder fell over her
and i couldn't resist my sea of tears..

We were the happiest souls ever,
as i felt the love,world was mine,
now she lies stubbornly unmoved,
our tears filled with anger and agony..

The Gods created me through her,
destroyed her,just in front of me,
and how much ever the Gods regret,
i shall render no mercy on them..

Now we are resurrected and mighty,

much stronger, powerful than ever,
and next time, we see the Gods,
we dare say,we are ready for anything..