And the god struck again

In the form of a quake

When everyone was awake

In the guise of tsunami

While I had a salami

In the mask of radiation

Setting the ground for cremation

People cried and howled

While the god played and fouled

But Japan is Japan

It is no poor Sudan

It will rise again

Beat god in its own game

The world wishes the same

To see the god’s head in shame.