What Is/Is Not 'Haiti' Poem by James McLain

a Word a Haiti,
what is/is not
my part
long are the roads they now walk, away from.
Subtracting, addition to know what Some can't.
Tears fall there on their knell, bells now toll.
'Angels will call'
abuse sadly 'Perhaps'
Here And people have come.
And put a flower on top.
Down, And hang their faces: We' thus;
We are fearing that their hearts dropp too,
and will crush Unjustly pretty whom play.
And thus we let us move off afar, afraid.
'God'
Like Enemies-far Right,
Held looking off around to see,
at which distance.
Direction it comes.
Pray; It be-Occasional.