Help Haiti

Somebody help!

Help Haiti!!!

Poor Haiti!!!

Helpless Haiti!!!

There are people out in the streets

Children no food to eat

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

Outstretch in the hot sun.

Faces of dead loved ones covered with white sheets

Bodies on top of bodies

Hands, arms, legs, feet.

As one into each other run

The streets for miles

Aligned with decaying corps

Like an on going death parade.

Homes toppled low

No place to go

Loved ones

For Victims

Desperately concerned

Death toll increases

Another soul confirmed.

People run in their houses

To get what they can save

Only to see their homes

Like cardboard boxes

Carried away by the second

Wave.

Bodies mangled

Toppled and trapped beneath a tomb of debris

A girls hand I grab hold

And pull

To set free.

Angry

Riots in the street

Stomachs hungry

Too great a number

For World Aid to meet.

A mother in early labor

To a premature baby gives birth

On the day

A city shook

Under a century old voodoo curse.

Somebody help!!!

Help Haiti!!!

Poor Haiti!!!

Helpless Haiti!!!