By: Linda Horton
I CRY FOR THE PEOPLE IN HAITI, I SHARE IN THEIR GREAT PAIN
THE HORRORS OF AN EARTHQUAKE, THE TEARS FLOW LIKE RAIN
HOW MUCH MORE HEARTACHE, CAN THIS POOR COUNTRY ENDURE
THE AGONY OF LOST LIVES, THIS REALITY IS FOR SURE
HOW MANY LIVES WERE LOST, HOW MANY STILL NOT KNOWN
EVEN IF YOU CHECK THE NUMBERS, IT’S NEVER REALLY SHOWN
THOSE TERRIFIED PEOPLE, SO MANY LIVES NOT SPARED
YOUR COULD NEVER FORGET THOSE FACES, NOT IF EVEN IF YOU DARED
IT ALLOWS ONE TO QUESTION, THE VERY EXISTENCE OF OUR FATE
HOW WE MUST JOIN TOGETHER, TO LOVE INSTEAD OF HATE
WHEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS, IT MAKES ONE MORE AWARE
YOU DON’T HAVE TO UNDERSTAND IT, BUT SURELY YOU MUST CARE
SO MUCH GREED AND HATRED, THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
SOMETIMES THERE IS AN OYSTER, BUT MAYBE NOT A PEARL
WE MOAN ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS, THAT DON’T MATTER VERY MUCH
SOMETIMES WE NEED TO FEEL, TO REACH OUT AND TOUCH
NEVER TAKE LIFE FOR GRANTED, ENJOY EACH PRECIOUS DAY
TREAT EVERYONE WITH KINDNESS, AS YOU WALK ALONG THE WAY
Linda Horton
1-06-10
This Poem appeared in The Black Truth News newspaper Volume 1 Issue 3. Feb. 2010