I am the nameless.
I am a child, watching as my home is consumed by the sea.
I am a student, wondering if my family is safe.
I am an immigrant, watching as my homeland is destroyed.
I am a doctor, unable to help everyone who comes through the doors.
I am a businessman, cowering under my desk.
I am a refugee, trying to define myself.
I am a victim, trapped under debris praying to be rescued.
I am a soldier, searching for life among the corpses.
I am a priest, helpless to stem the despair.
I am a journalist, trying to make the outside world care.
I am a foreigner, fleeing my temporary home.
I am the nameless.
I am the lost.
I am the forgotten.