(1950 / )

Haiti's Pain

Toussaint, Henri, Des Salines;
Are you watching?
Dont turn your eyes away;
Their pain, is our pain, is your pain;

Many, many, many will fly,
Past the angels hungry,
To eat of souls;
Open your arms to comfort them;

Those giant turtles of legendary fancy;
Have argued, again;
Reeking havoc with your earth,
Causing your people to rush out,
Screaming in the night,
With hands grasping heads;
Here I am, here I am, here I am,

Now the ruins must be
Lifted and the half dead,
Eased out to eat dust;
Dust, that feeds life in
A war zone of the mythical ones;
Elephant bearers who shifted;

They are broken,
They are hungry, they are thirsty
Haiti's people
They have been gourged open;
Mouths opened, hearts opened;
Like sieves their tears flow;

Yet it will not wash
The grime, nor the blood,
Nor the suffering off;
This zone of war, on shifting strata;
Only time will cleanse and renew.

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A sad story of deprivation told in good diction with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
poignancy is palpable
Thoughtful words on the disaster that happened in Haiti. I hope and pray for things to return to normal for the Haitians.
Tell them to listen noted British Jew singer Amy Winehouse's -number-'Tears dry on their own'--there will not be any length, breadth or height of Haiti's pain-there will be joy forever.10+
Tell them to listen noted British Jew singer Amy Winehouse's -number-'Tears dry on their own'--there will not be any length, breadth or height of Haiti's pain-there will be joy forever.
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