An Island of Pandemonium

Beyond the leggy palm trees you can hear them calling out Through the diffused light and thin curtains called home- Are a people in need Brought to there knees with infelicitous faces- Filled with confusion and doubt Broken hearts in broken places, loss of life- In an atmosphere of raw humanity Through there dusty desperate lives they plea for substantial means Tested beyond their capacity resting in squalid conditions- Praying into their Christianity No mortal man of compassion could stand by And be witness such devastation Sparse medical means in a land crumbling from the inside Many impoverished brave men waited by the loud white gates For a voice a glimmer or hope from their leader guru To the victims the questions remains why? Everywhere in every corner tears pooled into hands Contentious people begging for water and pointing to their bodies I was brought out to the edge of my chair from what I viewed An act of God has taken some many lives and left me in a state of stupor I said a prayer for the people of Haiti