one dead. two dead. three dead three hundred my home has sunk cracked tiles. broken roofs. lost pictures drip dripping... one dead. two dead. three dead three hundred
the rains came harder than expected the streets where i would come to eat appam are coated with cries and bloodstains
one dead. two dead. three dead three hundred kerala has sunk cracked tiles. broken roofs. lost pictures drip dripping... one dead. two dead. three dead three hundred
my home is where the people dance and sing united i'm scrubbing - the memories we made together wash away
my mind is in dark places places. there are no places just water (sad face emoji)
two kilometres deep... my dad confirms my house is flooded my house is not my house anymore?
i watch from afar i live in luxury i- i sleep, i shower, i eat my dinner. i'm fine. they walk through waters to find their families "how much do we have to pay to stay alive?" another landslide they're not fine!
this is a perfect example of our country. my country is- a corrupt whirlwind consumed by the power hungry system a mad portrait of money cunningly manipulated by politicans
they say we knew this was coming all along we are just another statistic we are just another statistic we are just another statistic 324. (but it's rising)