Ian Anderson 3 p.m., Sept. 25
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The people in Japan have been on my mind constantly since the tragedy occurred. I wrote this poem in their honor.
WITHOUT WARNING Claudia Aragon
The first jolt came without warning.
The brick, mortar, steel,
Twisted into submission.
Our world came tumbling down.
Floods of Biblical proportions,
Carrying away the mass exodus of unwilling humanity.
Bleakness shrouds the land.
Ruin as far as the eye can see.
What have we done to make this so?
Have we somehow angered the gods?
What can we do,
Except pray for the lost,
The old, the wounded.
Looking toward the future.
Steadfast in our faith, our belief,
The young will rebuild us,
Better and stronger.
We are not millions.
We are one.
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