Haiti

Society be like Haiti, we are still healing from the wounds of yesterday and you're back with another 7.2. Mother Merica and Daddy Eifel was all over the place, tending our wounds, with hugs, and the utensils of comfort.

Society be like Haiti, we just to live here quietly, we just want to wake up and go to school without being scared the ground will get angry and swallow us. We just want to stand here without fear. Sleep on our hard mats and beds of stone in peace. May we not go out on the day the ground is hungry? What if this ground is home. Is home not the place where we know peace and quiet?

Society be like Haiti, one ball of orange now sold for 99 Cents. Mrs Napoleon's sad face wouldn't even leave room for negotiation or pleasantries. Yet I'm left with this 67 Cents. Cecilia just joined us, she barely survived the 7.2, and needs all the milk and vitamins she can get.

Society be like you and me. We go through shit and more shit. It seems the heaven over us is cursed, and the earth under us is hungry. No where to run. No where to sleep. Nothing to eat. Ask me what did we plant to reap earthquakes? Did we not feed this ground with our seeds in tears? Please pass this on to the Lord of the harvest, that we seek mercy. Mercy. 

Society be like, Lord dissolve our sins with your Love, Haiti needs you now. Heals us, Heal them.

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📷 Photocredits: Ralph Tedy/AP Photo