A frontside wharf explodes fishing vessels outpace vehicles Seafaring Sri Lankans, wash down swells into debris laden alluvia. Saris, sandals, and t-shirts lay waste in pools of shallow water. Left standing a Mosque; vacant haunts of the Tsunami children (Emeralds of the Indian Ocean) homeless vagabonds sleeping under tarps of plastic chained to poverty. Fighting back tears a father walks knee deep in raw sewage, cemented heart as indigenous woods incinerate what was.
Sri Lanka poorest of the poor! Humanity shall never forget.
