It's not over yet

Aftermath.
A terrible crime of nature,
bricks, stones, glass, concrete slabs.
Amongst the piles of rubble,
a random hand foot or leg.
Soldiers search,
search through the realms of disaster
no life is found.
The silence is deafaning,
the shrieks, shouts and screams are dead now.
Stillness.
Suddenly, a light tapping,
the soldiers search franticaly,
full of hope.
A hand,
an arm,
a body,
a head,
a lady.
Alive.
Alive and happy,
relieved to see the sight of her rescuers.
Freedom, at long last.
Another one hundred and twenty-five thousand to go.