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Haiti Cries
Haiti Cries
Haiti was once a land of promise
Beautiful beaches, travelers, and commerce
A proud people slaves no more
Drove out the oppressor of the poor
Misused and deceived for others gain
Once again they live in pain
The people who were once set free
Languish and struggle in poverty
How is it that there is no care
For a people whose life is so hard to bear
A tiny nation of 10 million souls
Who have no food to fill their bowls
Our neighbor not far off the coast
Their refugees we will not host
A beautiful people with deep dark skin
Broken down huts they live in
The water there is putrid and dark
The mountains with no trees stand quite stark
Trash and refuse lie everywhere
One can hardly breathe the air
The people are horribly thin
Empty mouths no food to put in
Their children grow sick and die
Vacant eyes silently ask “WHY?”
The people of Haiti silently weep
Agonizing hunger and pain as they sleep
What excuse do we have for the Master
To say why there’s no response to this disaster
Alan Harris
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