Hope For Haiti

Listen to our cries, Observe all the fear and devastation that surround us. Listen to our hearts beating, pounding loudly. Without hope, how in the world can we cope? Many of us have lost faith and many of us too have found it. God, how could this be, why me, why our country? Have pity, give us mercy. What have we done to come to this? We are neither perfect nor righteous, we admit it. Many of our families and friends we will miss. Did not get to say goodbye, Did not get a chance to apologize For all the wrong we've done. And now what, they are all gone, All we've came to love with hugs and with shoves. By Marckincia Jean Who could have predicted this? Still, if one could, would we all have fled? And to where, where would we be received? Our eyes opened wide, bright, clear, and white, Startled, frightened and uncertain. Many have died, hundreds of thousands buried underground. The awful smells of the dead, Stacked on top of one another like piles of bricks. Many yet to be found, Still buried alive, beneath the heavy rubble. Among the dead, Many innocent souls, parents, children, singles, and criminals. Port- au prince, the Haitian city capital, Home to the Presidential Palace, All of what now lie in ruins. Rubble covers the streets. Many questions to be asked, Not many answers will be gasped. Change, when will it come, not soon enough, I suppose. But beneath our heartbreaks, obstacles, and pain, There is a spirit that tells us: Everything will be fine, No need to worry, Don’t, it’s not necessary, For you are mine. I'll take care of you. If you believe in me, I'll always be there. I will be your light and guidance, I will put you in the right direction And send you off to your destination. Trust me, No one else can compare, For I am your creator.