It was the hand of man not the will of God
That sealed their fate in their Haitian isle:
When the awful earth quake came to pass
The houses that were badly built collapsed;
Condemned for their impoverished lives,
Crying of sundered families suffering loss
Reaching many a mile to hardened hearts.
We now can compensate, albeit a little late,
For wilfully in our wealth forgetting Haiti.
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