Shamiellah's Tears

Shamiellah's morning started about fire What was left after the night's burning, now in ash expire No life, but the only thing not so lost Amongst those weighed down a heavy cost And no reprieve, no coming to assist Shamiellah, the name alone, decorates the list Her tears only provoke her ire For how the officialdom does depress and tire And the crush of increasing need As she aims the desperate and vulnerable to heed And as she ponders, inwardly listing More arrive, that she is already assisting SP