It is fire
And water
And gasoline
And a hurricane
And an earthquake
A nuke
And mustard gas
And arsenic
And lead

Burning and drowning
Screaming in outrage
Shouting in the streets
The square
To anyone who will listen

Burning and drowning

And quietly
Oh so very quietly
Because no one wants to believe it
No one wants to see it
Or hear it
Because you never know who is safe enough to see
or hear
or even guess
It is crying.

Crying alone in a corner
In the dark.