My earthquake rap

My earthquake rap

Not really a poem but more like a rap for Poets united. That's what I felt like. On 14 November 2 minutes after midnight we were shaked out of our bed again.  It lasted for ages. We came free with only fright. Two people died and my heart goes out to all people affected. The epicentre of the earthquake with a magnitude of 7.8, was about 1.5 hours drive from Christchurch. Many places were damaged, like Picton and wellington and it was felt nearly throughout NZ. The worst affected was Kaikoura a well loved tourist place on the coast and it is cut of from the world. First a reflection on the Christchurch earthquake.

If your whole world rocks
and all falls apart
one door will still stand strong
the door towards a new start

Part 1 EQ 2010-2011
Christchurch has its heart ripped out,
we shout; It’s a pity, this city
now full of cones, stones and cars
where once were shops and bars
people had no hurry, no worry
Then houses were old
now they are sold or rented out for gold
people get cold
live now on the street because of greed
But houses are coming one day
with some delay

we may all have an EQ proof, roof again
a city full of hustle and buzzle
in a jacket of glass and steel
with a modern feel
What a blast of the past
when we see an old building pop up
next to a new shop
our hearts go out
we shout; what a delight
we might think of the old days
before the earthquake
we shake it off
as we always do

walk out of the blue
get back into the hustle and the buzzle
of a city that lives and makes us belong.

the press

Part2  EQ 2016

kaikoura has its lungs ripped out; it can’t breathe, the place is death as the land, got jammed, landslides all over the road, tunnels are blocked, people shocked, cut off from the world. In a minute people lost it all, as their belongings did fall with a smack, their houses a wreck. But out of the rubble came a bubble of hope, as Richie McCaw, came with his heli, you don’t see him daily in Kaikoura flying, I am not lying and a farmer rescued some cows stuck on an island, up on the highland, looking flabbergasted, as they fasted for a day, now they stay, in better grassland, everyone helps out, as people open their heart and share, which is a start to humanity and care. Kia Kaha, we will rise again, every time we will climb up, so mother earth let it stop. oh Aotearoa, land of the long white cloud, I shout, I scream, land covered with the invisibility of a dream, let calmness invade the earth crust, just, let it rest and continue with what you do best, fill endless souls with the bliss of your beauty.