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Tsunami, yes that's what it is called,
Kind of an earthquake that took away all,
Huge devastation, heavy wreckage,
Above of all those human faces.
Nothing at all was going fine,
And everything changed in a few minutes' time,
A nice Sunday morning, turned into a mourning,
When huge waves at high speed, Crashed into everything.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run,
Except to face the fast water current.
Waves, like every day, came empty-handed,
But this time took away humans stranded,
Small children, men and women,
All left gasping for help,
Yes that was the horror spread by killer Tsunami,
Which came and went without any warning.