RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
Haitian Woes
Sweltering heat
Floods and raging fire
A pandemic in relentless waves
Poverty and homelessness
A legacy of slaves
Take all our sorrows
All our deepest woes
Compound them by a force of ten
We would still fall short of Haiti
Whose tragedies strike
And strike again
An assassin took your leader
The virus struck you down
Now an earthquake and tsunami
Bends you to the ground
There is no end to heartbreak
Your people have endured
There is no end to misery
Of that we are assured
Shall we offer you our helping hand?
Should we offer prayers instead?
Shall we help you with the living?
Should we help you count the dead?
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