*a Cry For Hope* - Poem by Sthelie Jean
Sitting in my room thinking about what had happened and what's going to happen next.
When its not hurricane, it's earthquake, when it's not earthquake, it's war.
Is it prophecy?
God, I want an explanation! ! ! ! ! !
TV, radio, wherever I go I see and hear the same thing that is exploding my brain.
'Haiti is at stakes.'
Every night, before I go to bed I kneel before God pleading Him for a chance for my beautiful country.
Trying not to lose hope to get out of this misery.
Praying is our option, our only guide, our only solution, our only key to get out of this prison.
And our only relief is a cry for hope! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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