Cries heard from the streets
Weeping, cursing...
Praying to gods what fate
Befall those who remain
Alive and full of hate,
Entombed in the crumbling walls
Of pillar structures and gates.
What now after the struggle?
Should life go on as it is?
Dead souls of the living
Grieve all their love ones passing
As desolation awaits
Within these crumbled walls
Of weeping structures and gates.
(In memory of the
Ja.12,2010
Haiti earthquake victims.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem