A poem for Haiti written as if it is a letter.
I wish for this letter to be heard throughout the lands.
My body is in bad shape, someone please give me a hand.
It happened without warning; people say that there were signs.
If so, how come I couldn’t see this coming; when I had the time.
I was laying helplessly within the ground, as the earth trembled and shake.
The pain was shooting throughout my body, leaving me to ache.
So many foundations from my soil, I watched as they fall.
Places turning into rubble, from the crumbling of their walls.
All I could do was weep, tears of despair as I moaned.
For so many of my people, have now lost their homes.
I thought that help was coming, but they seem to have been delayed.
And now my people out of fear, has started riots and raids.
Unfamiliar forces coming to aid me, I am gracious that they have stepped in.
But seeing the look on my people faces, I wonder, will I profit in the end.
I can see thousands of my people laying dead on the ground.
It seems as if their bodies covers, miles and miles all around.
But some of my people are alive, but trapped beneath debris.
I wish I had the power to move the rubble, so that they could be set free.
My people are in grave jeopardy, they are in need of water and food.
Which in return brings out their animal behavior and violence is pursued.
Medical supplies have become scarce, my people are deprived and sick.
To die of illness or to die of hunger which one would you pick?
I see that our transportation, which was a luxury, is now at a limit.
And my people’s mood has changed to rage when they use to be timid.
I just need some relief, a little peace, any valuable moment I will surely seize.
For at any time, my land can be tormented, from an outbreak of a disease.
It pains me to my core, to see my people having such suffering.
For I alone can not foresee, what tomorrow will bring.
But the perseverance of this land is what I yearn for and I thrive.
But the only way for that to happen is by helping my people survive.
So I pray that this letter reaches everyone heart, quickly at GOD speed.
Deliver me from certain destruction. I beg of you……………
Please Save Me,
Haiti
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