Khalid Hameed

Haiti.... - Poem by Khalid Hameed

Haiti! I see your never ending sufferings
I thought I was robbed of happiness but,
in comparison to your pain
I am no where in shape or form to complain
Your beauty and youthfulness has been robbed
robbed and raped by many mercenaries over the years
In the form of coups and sometime aid, but
nothing will you ever gain

Even the nature has no shame,
keep on giving you more and more suffering and pain
corrupt rulers, poverty, earthquakes, and sometime devastating Hurricanes
Listen, help is on the way...Soldiers are coming
here comes the soldiers of greed
to rob and steal your motherhood and take away your children
and to convert them into brainless stooges and lifeless robots,
to serve their lord of no mercy,
Destroy their innocence and make them fight against others,
Soldiers of God.

You Haiti, lay there wounded and can’t do anything,
Your children are sad, pained, and hungry,
and this goddamn world with no shame, yet we are all so lame
let it happen everyday, everywhere
‘Cause Haiti is just a name for everyone's pain
let motherlands lose their loved ones to shameless wars, poverty, and hunger
where children have to join them or move and migrate forever
get blamed that they are wild beasts, and they say
These people have been fighting with each other forever,
uncivilized, animals, self hating criminals

But you ask these Gods of morals,
How did they come to this point?
What capitals, militaries, politicians who control their
destinies, got them to this quarrel?
You do know them, yes you do
Alas, I see Haiti everywhere
Afghanistan, Somalia, Iraq, Sudan and many more
hunger, poverty, greed, and pain is the same affair.

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  • Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning (2/9/2010 6:44:00 PM)

    This isn't really metaphorical as it is literal. As an atom in the entity of the 'God' you expose I to am guilty of the truth you tell. It sometimes seems that only the John Browns of America can move it, but his dream lasted as long as Martin Luther King Jr.'s, not very long. I wonder if we, the human beings, in America foster a real change, if we'll even survive to see? Or see it fade as Gandhi suffered? No revolution has created anything more than temporary lapse in authority, quickly revived by the best of intentions. Not yet at least, not yet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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