HOPE
Hope barely breathes
its chest tight beneath the smoke
as grief spreads like fire
through streets that once knew laughter.
Haiti, now a land of shadows
where joy is muffled by gunshots
and dreams lie broken
on corners no longer safe to dream in.
Yet still, the sun dares to rise
a quiet defiance in the sky
reminding us that even in ruins
light remembers the way home.
And as long as that light survives
as long as one voice still prays
We all should know this:
Haiti will not die in this darkness.
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