The Cry Of Haiti Poem by Anasha Greham

Homes Destroyed

Death reveals itself to the world, surrounded in turmoil

Blood shed from the rubble of innocent children pleading for mercy.

Families looking for loved ones, hoping to restore that which is lost.

Agony buried beneath begging for help, as the night darkens, their voices cease.

Remembering the dead, may they rest with God, not seeing a way of direction but are trying to overcome their fear with hope.