Peaceful Time. Poem by graham russell

incomplete as thoughts twirl around my head
trying to understand the rest
as the world cracks from within
as haiti fall like a childs plaything

people dying people lying dead
fear running from their heart to
their brain

wondering why this has came to claim
so many innocent lifes and leaving
others in so much pain

crying screaming anger fear
all rising to the surface all
wanting to be heard

even when help come still there
is no peace, as nations argue over
who should help first

all they want is water and something to eat
but all they get is more pain as help
is hindered by tape oh so red

will they once more look upon their land
and feel safe and piece of mind
as they watch their people
walk the shores with an ear open and
listening for a quake that might just hearld the end
of this peaceful time.