Thousands died
from the quake
Rubble and debris
left in its wake
People huddle
alone in their tents
Afraid for tomorrow
their emotions spent
When night has come
people scream
Hope's all gone
no time to dream
The world has forgotten
poor Haiti's plight
Abandoned its people
It doesn't seem right
From Port au Prince
with all its rubble
To Les Cayes Prison
with all its troubles
The water is foul
in the Artibonite River
Cholera the threat
death it will deliver
So Cry Haiti Cry
Show the world your tears
You've nothing to lose
everything to fear
The storms will come
from Heaven and Hell
Your story...not over
there's plenty to tell
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