Where Is The Love? (Tribute To Haiti) Poem by Astell Collins

Where is the love?

After so many years
And way too many tears
Why is poverty
Still a reality
Where is the love?

And even in the 21st Century
Hunger plagues both babies and the elderly
Who is responsible, who will take the blame
And will they have the capacity to remove this stain
Where is the love?

Could it be political ambitions?
Or is it the globalist manipulations
When will enough be enough?
And why are their lives so rough?
Where is the love?

They have suffered for years without anyone making a fuss
So who can they really trust?
They ate mud cookies to survive
Yet no one bothered to assist them in their fight to stay alive
Where is the love?

Why weren’t their cries heard?
And should tragedy always evoke the love of the world?
Why can’t we love from where we are with what we have?
Sharing the little we have
Where is the love?

We are the light of the world positioned to make it better
Just a little consideration can take your brother from the gutter
Hopelessness and despair was what they were fed
And the impulse to survive was how they were led
Where is the love?