Birth of a nation
Weakened from the lashings
Drained from the tears of yester years
Leaders drunk from the sin
As cutting as the wind
Changing in every direction
Enamored by the smallest glimmer of hope
To cope.
Instability not just brick and mortar
These walls were never built to last
Came down fast
Have and have-nots affected
Maybe now these walls will talk
And forever more be resurrected
At least until our Savior comes
Broken homes and broken bodies
Here's the stage they needed
Too bad the wealth of a nation and its color
Didn't allow the warning to be heeded
Now you see through the lens of a death toll
Far exceeding
Far exceeding what your conscience allows you to ignore
God Bless Haiti
From the smallest blade of grass to the shore
Here's the stage you needed
Too bad the color of a nation
Stopped the warning from being heeded
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