True Colours, " Broken Earth"

The spirit of the people 
Few I know can look in the eye of oblivion
And keep their calm, in the face of adversity 
To have kept their cool, they are with patience 


In my backyard panic riddles rules
Like birds flight on stone throw
And the shops go empty
From the word go


On rush, no bread, no milk left, panic buy
On the weather man's call "snows expected"
Self preservation becomes the order of the day


Few I know, can hold onto dignity
They panic, like nut case, to default of craze
But for the people of Japan my hat goes off to


Who queue in patience, no rush necessary  
To epitomise civilisation, to be defined by act
After earth's tantrum, lay siege on their hearts


Not to have been defined
By default of chaos on panic attack
They kept their cool, in the face of  nature's raft
To define their being


So for the people of Japan my hat goes off 
You are more than just ordinary

My prayers for you, everyone must

My hope for you, a better tomorrow