Haiti Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Haiti
Haiti
A heap of bodies a humid, tree less killing field?
Raw unrestricted pictures, it is like being awake
seeing a nightmare. And so many more will die,
there will be riots, looting and shooting.
There is a big elephant in the emergency room
it has grown fat on aid sent from abroad. Now
is not the time to ask why it is unseen, but help
people who need more than a bishops prayers
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4/19/2024 7:25:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You're correct, now is not the time to ask why.. These poor people need the support of the entire world just to pull them out of the dust. Your poem says so much..... Anna