Kenyans in Haiti

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

Kenyans in Haiti

 

Haiti descends into madness

A lawless, chaotic society

A society of thugs and criminals

Gangs and gangsters

Roaming the hungry streets

Marking the neighborhood territories

Like wild dogs on the prowl

Guns are more plentiful than drinking water

Thousands killed and thousands displaced

A self-imposed genocide

 

The Spanish, French and Americans failed

Now Kenya leads a multinational force

A force of two thousand five hundred police

Charged with dismantling the rule of anarchy

Charged with imposing order on chaos

Charged with displacing the mob

 

As Henry said to Eleanor:

Do you think there’s any chance of it?

Eleanor only laughed *

 

The world shares the failure in Haiti

The world must take responsibility

 

* From The Lion in Winter

Contrasts (Light and Darkness)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Contrasts

 

How can we breathe the fresh clean air

When we know what is happening elsewhere?

In Haiti there is no order

In Nicaragua and Mexico

There is no border

 

How can we send our children to school

To teach and embrace the golden rule?

When schools in Kiev are underground

When there is no school in Gaza

In Yemen the schools left town

 

How can we enjoy our fresh cooked meals

When elsewhere there is starvation?

When hungry children go to sleep

There is no grain, there is no meat

When what you sow is what you reap

When rescue workers are killed or beat

 

How can we live in peace when

Around the world there is only war?

We fight for greed and vengeance

When men in power want only more

When more is never ever enough

When the wealthy consume the poor

 

How can we go on without care

With killing and hardship everywhere

How can we live our happy lives

When so many live in despair?

When we know we are no better than

When we know it is not fair?

 

The Forgotten Nation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Forgotten Nation

 

Anarchy has taken hold

In a state of constant misery

The criminal gangs have grown bold

Another chapter of tragic history

 

Port-au-Prince is a lawless city

Filled with violence and strife

The absence of order lessens

The value of human life

 

The French had their way with it

The Americans took their chance

Now the Kenyans take their turn

Like a sailor at a dance

 

The island nation will go on

Like it always has before

In a state of anarchy and chaos

Starvation always at their door

 

Is there nothing we can do to help

So many times we have tried

It is hard to watch Haiti’s decline

When so many people have died

The Lost Souls

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The lost souls of Haiti

Drift from decade to decade

The ghosts of oppression haunt them

The lords of chaos and anarchy

Envelop and imprison them

There is no order in Haiti

There is no government in Haiti

There is no sovereign nation

There is no democratic tradition

There is no civil society

There are no institutions of democracy

There is only force

There is only violence and bloodshed

There are only the lost souls

Wandering the ragged streets

Wandering the countryside

Hiding in their makeshift homes

Searching through the wastelands

For anything to consume

 

Shed no tears for Haiti

She is lost to us

She is beyond salvation

And yet we share this burden

And yet we share the blame

For we have long neglected her

We have always turned away

We must turn to her again

We must offer her our hand

We must find her virtue once again

We must help her find a home