Haiti‘s a hurting people,
Battered by the winds.
Broken by what was,
But should’ve never been.
Quake. Flood. Cholera.
Civil unrest.
The poor and outcast
Put to the test.
Whom life has forsaken
In the annals time.
Haiti, a hurting people
Is the theme of this rhyme.
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