Haiti Earthquake Poem by Lawrence s. Makola

There is a cry
The nation is torn apart
People are devastated
No place to call home

Why this my Lord?
What have we done?
What is our sin?
Tell us so we can cleans ourselves

We heard the end is near
Is this the sign or mistake?
Why didn’t it cover the world but us?
We are small but this is big

Why this my Lord?
What have we done?
What is our sin?
Tell us so we can cleans ourselves

Our children are without parents
They die of starvation
No one to put food on their laps
Their days blackened by your wrath

Why this my Lord?
What have we done?
What is our sin?
Tell us so we can cleans ourselves

I looked from my agonizing bed
While I am tired and weary
Over the television I saw
Our kits exported to the far countries
Where we could not reach them

Why this my Lord?
What have we done?
What is our sin?
Tell us so we can cleans ourselves

Days are our enemies
We wake up and regret
These hips of broken walls
Tear down our inner strength
Leave us asking ourselve

Why this my Lord?
What have we done?
What is our sin?
Tell us so we can cleans ourselves