The Convicted

The Convicted For Haiti I am the Niobic victim Turned to stone At the cry of the earth And my hopes, lost in The cleft, captured by A wayward earthquake Why me? Mother Nature Why do I deserve This sheer massacre? Wait a minute! Are you just angry at me? Am I in the conspicuous shoe? As Dothan, Koram, and Abiram Against you I am the convicted land Of ravenous earthquake Of De-nutrient hope And flickering future Whose smile received the Malignant woe And my happiness now garnered For entombment in a national grave Mother Nature, Mother Nature Why have you cruelly decided To leave me in this wanton debris Of strangled status? Why so angry at me? That my green hope slipped Now you’re satisfied at my wreckage Aren’t you? Hark now, o ye victimized For tomorrow, the eclipsed moon Will shine to reincarnate the Captured hope And the entombed happiness shall blossom Shining and glowing as the ginger embrace Of the morning sun On your De-nutrient hope