Natural disasters, what are you -
Terrorists of nature,
Capricious whims of a spoiled child,
Enforcers of natural selection or
Obedient messengers of the mysterious one?
Or are you an alarm clock for the people,
The arrogant ones, so used to their comforts,
Who’re planning plans like fools,
Soaking in illusions of safety
Like a king without clothes?
Or do you appear as reminders
Of our human smallness
And how easily we turn
Vulnerable and needy, like little children
That look for mother’s titty?
Or are you here to teach us lessons
On ridiculousness of our assumptions,
On separating preciousness from bullshit,
On giving a chance for heroes to awaken,
And acts of kindness mixed with unbreakable relatedness of humans?