Loud Silence Of Haiti
Children sit on ruins and wait for mothers...
Their silence is such loud and is intolerable
Endlessly sit on ruins, have retrained cry...
Horror, so faster they have retrained laughter...
Daddies and mums search their babies
Which have departed without wings so dared
Parents are not assured could so they fly
Communal graves were increased on island
But asterisks without a name were born in the sky
Their silence is such loud and is such intolerable...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a tragedy and these lines capture that feeling very well.