When Burma was hit by a devastating cyclone, MobLogic gave a Flip camera to disaster relief workers. This is the footage they captured.
Poetry in the Storm
You must let me have my poetry even in the storm
I cannot see the cyclone or twelve foot waves
But I can feel your heartbeat ebbing away
I cannot picture myself in the storm
But I can feel the dark side
I can feel your soft feet in the white sheets being swept away
I can feel your tight grip violently ripped by the greedy ocean
I can imagine your helpless eyes in the flashes of thunder
The storm is over but the darkest part of my life have just begun
I have no tears
I have no one left to cry for
I cannot leave
I have no place to go
The storm is over but my darkest night has only begun
You can never go away from me
You are forever etched in my mind
I will always wonder
What happens to the fire in your eyes?
I will always remember
Your gentle skin, your soft breath
And our babies between our embrace
No heaven can save them from the cruelty we face
Our heaven is now my living hell 'Without You'
I wonder, how were we living so far apart in the same country?
You and I
Justice for Human Rights in Burma ( J.H.B)
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