To Be In Haiti Poem by Matt Mooney
To Be In Haiti
On the TV they show a poor survivor
Just being rescued from the rubble
From the ruins of his Port Au Prince.
That awful earth quake weeks ago
Blew away their hopes and dreams
But we did not even smell the dust.
A warm blooded being buried alive
For fifteen days with time to think,
Left all alone on the ledge of time;
Suspended between life and death,
At times free falling subconsciously
Into the chasms of the after shocks.
Feeling useless as we see you suffer,
Far away in Haiti in the blazing sun.
Your daily dwelling place all changed-
And now you sleep beneath the stars;
I hear you mourn your dead together,
See you try to heal each other's scars.
The searching hands reached for him
Only just In time, a miracle of mercy,
Releasing him from certain death-
The broken concrete slabs are heavy;
The earth that earlier opened wide
Had now released this Haitian hero.
A man set free from that iron grip
That had imprisoned him for so long;
Painfully his lungs breathe air again.
He now can set his sails once more-
A man restored to life like Lazarus
By the power and will of God above.
'Feeling useless as we see you suffer, .....' Honourable Poet, you have written a total poem after witnessing a TV news show, here feelings(subjectively) takes the high hand. J.P.Satre once pronounced in his writing 'suffering is justified as soon as it becomes the raw mateial of beauty'. But I can't dare to utter such truth, since we are the people of third countries always in distress, made by man and nature herself. We always keep our heart open to feel these pain to the people of greater world about our sufferings as you reacted the present scenario at Lalgarh by my writing. Honourable Poet, your catastrophe in this poem is only the consolation of our existence. Like the imprisoned inhabitant of Haiti under the quake-stricken debris whom You think, God gave back his life, is our only shelter to have a light of peace. It depicts the supra-conscious theory of philosophy. Your feeling of witnessing a suffering is already contaminated to a reader like me, Sir. So feelings can not be useless I think. Write more and live long.......long..... Regards 10 Apoet Bangla
‘But we did not even smell the dust’ ~ Psychically we’re anosmic [loss of olfactory power] ‘I hear you mourn your dead together, ’ ~ Poets are ‘quick eared’ Humane poem…thanks Sir…where materially we can’t do any thing the best option in our hand is To PRAY’ 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
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5/2/2024 4:31:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I see a heartfelt looker-on in this valuable poem, thanks.