POEM: Calamity Came

We heard the sound, distant rumbling.
We watched the castles fall, crumbling.

The choice of running to the rubble,
or staying safe in our bubble.

But either way, someway it'd hurt
with either hands or head in dirt.

Some tragedies are too galactic,
and words just sing anticlimactic.

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