Poem for my amusement

Dear blog,

It's been a very very long time since I've actually composed any poems that are worth the time an effort for me to recite.However, I do strongly believe that each human is born with the ability to think and to construct creative thinking from observations amde around us.Life itself is poetic and filled with emotions and based on that argument that i justify my temporary absence from the luxury of poetry bestowed by art and literature.

Dear blog,

This poem is dedicated to the victims of the Cyclone and survivors of the China earthquake that have featured themselves unknowingly to the attention of people across the globe.

Who is that man who came?
With scars around his weak, slim arm?
Blood adored his forehead,
mixed with sweat and tears dried up.

Who is that woman who came?
With face covered with mud?
Black hair ran wildly down her back,
fists cleched,
eyes wary.

Who is that child who came?
crying,
yelling,
throwing tantrums as hard as he can?
Shirt covered with blood
toys stained with soil.

Who is that leader who came?
feet swollen,
thinner than usual?
haggard than before?
barking at people,
people who turned away their heads unanimously at a cry

Suddenly, there was a cry
faintly,
but definitely a cry
underneath the shambles, rubbles of a once proud building.

It was a cry!
The man was cheering.
The woman was weeping.
The child continue crying.

It was a season of mourning and bitterness.
but the cry changed that
a cry for help
a cry for hope
a cry that broke the darkness
a cry that unites
a cry,
a cry,
a cry of a human that calls back everyone's compassion .