Remnants of Haiti

Remnants of Haiti Raging confusion threatens to steal one's sanity, as bitter tears flow like blood through the fiber of one's being, and uncertainty inhabits the paths once filled with love and laughs. A simple glance: desolation looms, many displaced, hearts shattered like glass, no hospitals to fix a broken bone, and as washed-out souls croon death's final song, their tears will give them strength to hold on. Psalms of joy and peace, we take for granted. Is all that remains all that shall be? Or may peace be spoken through gritted teeth, allowing the kiss of dawn to ease fate's hands, that troubles may no more be? Hearts an' souls yearn for the day that troubles may no more be. And psalms of joy and peace, we take for granted.