When People Speak With Tears…....Haiti - Poem by cyclopseven Ram
Everything is dark
The weather is dead
The wind immersed
In the cries and shouts
That reverberate across the land.
The same earth I occupy
The same air feeds my life
Yet today I had my meals
Without disgraced of choices.
Sorrow I feel, or am I trying to feel
At the fate of my kinds far away
I am confused as I watch the fan rotates
And the luxury of comfort that cushions me.
The blanket, I need not because it is warm
Fresh water and creamy crackers and many more
All within my reach at any point of time
But, not for those breathing hopes beneath the rubble.
Understanding is not within the grasp of my mind
As to why must all these pain and sorrow inflicted
With bloody river become jelly like after a few days
And limbs lie far from where they should be.
Dwellers have lost their homes
Together they lost the lights too
I know their life is a swaying pendulum
The spirit snatched with unwelcome dance.
The night wrapped up their sky with fears
Promising hands reaching with lights shining
With uncertainty lies spread across their land
The people’s patience is being sliced unto pieces.
I pray their faith is not ripped by hypocrites,
Who give them river of rice
And cash their faith with broken promises.
I pray their land will shine soon
And from their smile grows sugarcane.
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