| Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, | | | | Why does it take disasters wake, |
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| Seem belittled by their wars, | | | | To unite us all in relief. |
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| What Animals fled, and tribesmen read, | | | | No discrimination here, just abject fear, |
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| Finally Arrives with crushing roar, | | | | No religion or class escapes unscathed, |
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| Wholesale slaughter, purely by water, | | | | No riches or show cheat the undertow, |
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| Makes us seem an irrelevance, | | | | All submerged beneath the waves. |
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| Concepts of power, change by the hour, | | | | In modern times, our greatest crime, |
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| Faced with primal elements. | | | | Is to have lost feelings and lost touch, |
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| Natures dice, thrown in a trice, | | | | It takes catastrophe, to make you with me, |
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| In a grotesque game of craps, | | | | To make everyone into us. |
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| Whose final score, is real shock and awe, | | | | Faced with apocalypse our planes and ships, |
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| And rewriting global maps. | | | | Seem meaningful when not at war, |
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| Political reputation, seen by a nation, | | | | But as our memory of disaster slips, |
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| Hiding in its cosy hole of choice, | | | | Will we revert to squabbling like before. |
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| Who promises braille, whilst the real mail, | | | | Maybe we should try, to all get by, |
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| is delivered via the peoples voice. | | | | And harmonise more from this date, |
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| And the aftermath is all in its path, | | | | Who knows when next the globe is vexed, |
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| Is gone in waste and grief, | | | | Who knows the twists of fate. |
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