Help them

Our words aching,
    Yet cannot soothe their pain;
    Our voices anxious,
    Yet cannot pull them out.
    Lives buried under the rubbles,
    souls suffered in the earthquake.
    What have they done to deserve this?
    What hope can they linger on to survive?
    thousands of lives,
    thousands,
    still in their childhood,
    each, a flower bulb,
    each, a promising blossom,
    just a few days ago,
    just a few days ago!
    Now they are buried in the debris!
    With broken hearts,
    our hands dig the cruel and cold fact,
    with helpless tears,
    we hear their crying from underground!
    Help them,
    Help them,
    God, and Gods!