Devastation, leaves souls empty, hope trickles out of them
Like the last drop of clean water from a faraway aqueduct
I feel powerless, feel the keen destruction deep in my soul
That could be my capital, those could be my people, they are my people
Fellow human beings thrown in chaos, I struggle with my good fortune
Images haunt me and I cannot sleep,
When will they recover?
I cry for them, weep, send my dollars,
It’s all I can do.