They climbed up on the hill and saw
A view they had not known before.
The land was green, the sky was blue;
The waves lapped gently on the shore.
But then a darkened cloud approached
And from it boomed the thunder’s roar.
The rain poured down, the lightning flashed,
The storm’s infernal uproar crashed.
All neighbourhood was washed away;
By dawn, their best-laid plan was dashed.
They shifted debris, ashen-faced;
A fragile heritage was smashed.
Dejectedly, they sat and stared;
The damage could not be repaired.
The scene would come to symbolise
A world where few stood up or cared.
For close by, in the easy haunts,
Such tragedies will not be shared.