Culpa
Firstly Venezuela shaken,
Many thousands dead and injured,
More homeless, living with the dread
And the sorrow for those taken.
Columbia had felt the shock,
The persistence of danger shown
By a sudden quake of its own.
The earth trembles and buildings rock
And fall. A tumble of concrete
And shattered glass on those who die.
A question: Where does the fault lie?
Between plates, the one that’s discrete?
The most deadly fault seems to be
That which’s running through poverty.
D. A.