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
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010
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