HAITI CATACLYSMED

Port Au Prince has been reduced to mince
From all over, nations are rallying
Offering their widow's mite
According to their might.
They are rushing in with relief,
News that is good to hear
Compassion that will wipe a tear.
It will help ease the grief
But its not just about been wounded
Perceptibly they will be hounded.
The scenes are so gory.
Leaving so bitter a memory.
Sight of the pictures;
Seeing what has become of structures
Leaves my heart in fractures.
The rubble has burst every bubble.
Hearts are crushed-
In much a mess as the rubble,
And souls shrink within
To poverty, more misery.
It's a perplexing mystery
It's left a great stain
Filling all the days with pain
I think of the sucklings deprived of breasts.
In whose bosom will they find rest?
I try to stop my ears
I just can't stand the tears
This horrid tale
Has made everything go stale
It's a tale that would be told for years.
This is a heavy weight,
We wish removed by a hand's sleight.
The constellations have been shaken
By the quake
The moon has been screened off
By rising dust
Every light has gone low
All over its growing dim
All over it's just grim
Every head is in a bow,
Creases above every brow
As people search within for answers.
I see people gather in churches
Trying to reach Heaven,
Seeking a haven
What faith you need
If this is your fate.
The Sun has gone down in Haiti
But we know it will rise again
And we pray
In its light
All will find healing.

By Isaac Karikari ([email protected])

Development / Accra / Ghana / Africa / Modernghana.com