I was going to go offline but thinking about the earthquake in Iran really disturbed me and I just had to write something down.I apologize for the raw quality of the poem but it just reflects how I feel right now.I feel so bad for the poor folk of Bam.Please,join me in saying a prayer for them.....

Iran,Oh, I ran

5:28 am,
The walls came crashing down,
Did you know what was going on?
You were,
asleep,awake,
laughing,living.
Now,
You're crying,running,
screaming,dying.
How many alive,how many dying to survive?
Another day,another dead.
Another morning,mass mourning.
Things look so bleak,
Women slap their own faces,
Nobody can speak.
A town full of broken-hearted men,
is Bam.

Tim'03