I complain when my computer crashes,
crashes like the waves that destroyed your home,
Your home which is miles from here,
Here I am writing you a poem,
A poem that you'll never hear,
No you'll never hear the sweet laughs of relatives,
Relatives you cherished so dear,
Dear Sri Lanka, Indonesia, Thialand, Indian Ocean,
Indian Ocean floods around you,
Around you; water, screaming people and a big commotion,
A big commotion solved by the billions of dollars we send,
We send you our love, but theres no guarantee it will get there,
There. Where you are. Stranded. Helpless,
Helpless... but I'll try anyway.



by
Edie McDude
Aged 14
United Kingdom
England.