The same beautiful sea,
Becoming a dreadful cause of flee;
the deep blue tidal wave,
sweeping away,no one to save.

It’s countless beauty,
now a reckless fury.
Which served the eyes a feast,
now being loved the least.
With all it’s elegant water
causing poignant slaughter.

Our own group of peers
now in absolute tears,
Bathing in fright and fears
losing all their dears.

What is their consolation?
in this hour of isolation:
engrossed in frustration,
losing all determination.

Let us all pray,
for their peace and gay.
giving them our say,
that we will pave the way:
do our best,
wiping their tears away
being the need of the day.