Raindrops our tears
we cry from the bosom of our hearts
shaking like a tremor
a quake in quantum leap
puncturing our dreams
our hopes scattered like a rubble
death is angry as a hungry child
planting its presence
on naked streets of Port-au-Prince
we do not know where to go from here
there is no voodoo in our song
we embrace this moment
in our own world
where love needs no rain- check.
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