Poem #10
Haiti
Walking backwards out of this disaster
The streets
Filled with heavy hearts and broken plaster
Tenements fall and crumble
Toward the future
Our lives tripping, now stumble
Uncertain times lay ahead
No rest for the weary
They cannot blur the faces of the dead
Families split and spirits low
Band together,
The dim light of labor and salvation begins to grow
Shadows are where doubt creeps and grief will lurk
They crack a whip
Of depression across the back of hard work
We fight destruction and notice, that the stars are glowing brighter
("Men anpil chay pa lou")
"Many Hands make the load lighter"
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