When Haiti Called

On Haiti..


Oh why did you choose..
To make a stand here..
Here on soils with souls..
That feels so weak..


What trees of man..
That stood alive..
Feels empty like shells..
Of crabs deserted..


This here is when..
The rain of man is asked..
To be ushered..
On the man that lost it all..


What prove have I to show..
Am humane..
Is on this soils where stand..
Weakened souls..
Who lost grounds in 7 sec

Who among priests
Said with sorow
I will give and gave
To the man who begged
On both knees

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