The Disaster
The disaster in Haiti took my heart away,
So many lives people will miss.
Thousands dead in one day.
Why has my god done this?
Cement buildings rumble to the floor,
Dust in the hot tropic air.
Lives will be knocking on heaven's door.
Every life lost I shed a tear.
Panic has spread,
People wait for news.
God knows where these people are headed.
I’m feeling so confused.
It was said that Christopher Columbus called Haiti paradise,
The smell of death makes people mourn.
To prosper again Haiti must make a sacrifice,
As the Neg Maron blows his horn.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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