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.
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I would like to translate this poem
all of my prayers go out to haiti, a few people from my school are from haiti, and they are taking it day by day...thanks for this