Musings on an earthquake

The land is shaking, sky darken
Buildings collapsing, roads broken
Tears and darkness fill the world,
maybe tomorrow will be fine.

Though heart has been shocked and darkened
Faith and hopes will not be broken
There'll be a rainbow after storm,
so tomorrow will be fine.

On the ground, homes, bodies buried
I can feel nothing but worry
Lots of screaming, and loads of crying,
maybe tomorrow will be fine.

God, please, let all the bad things be buried
Keep hope and faith with no worries
And tears will soon evaporate,
so tomorrow will be fine.

Foods

Which foods these are, I think i'll eat

The noodles warm, the soup is sweet.

Chew my veggies, and tap my feet.
Wondering why there is mo meat.

These lovely foods from that table
makes me weak highly unstable.
I eat it, it tastes terrible.
Nothing but crap, it's a fable.

The waiter comes, gives me a shake.
He yells at me, "Put down the plate!"
He kicks me out, my back i break.
Left hungry, an empty stomach.

Whose foods there are, I cannot buy.
Staring at them, I start to cry.
I want some food before I die;

just want some food before I die..

The Pedestrian

 In the year of 2053,
houses lined up along the sidewalk,
swallowed by darkness,
muted by silence.

In a city of three million people,
only one house lighted,
only one man on the street.

The pedestrian walked down the street,
what he saw was blackness,
what he heard was quietness,
what he felt was loneliness.

"Why has the city become such a place?" I asked.
The pedestrian paused, shaked his head,
and walked down the street
by himself.