Haiti Survivor

Cries echoing like tinnitus
Plaguing the conscience of our destroyed souls
Helpless
Famished, inside crumbled walls
Donations to gratify your own pride
Tomorrow you can live your life
But my loved ones died
Even those faces with sincerity are insignificant in my eyes
The tremors that shattered our spirits
How can anyone pick up the pieces?
My whole life slaughtered to nothingness
While the world around carries on regardless
Do you want to try on my battered shoe?
It wouldn’t fit your unspoiled foot
Amongst us, lost hope, and violence
Humanitarian aid is what they call it
Relief ‘efforts’, to no avail
Too late for rescue, a burden on your day
The gutter or the kerb is where I lay my head
While you tuck yourselves into your secure bed
And you can close the door to your mansion
Because the seas that separate us are extensive
It doesn’t deserve a place in your mind
Because you cant see life through my eyes
Faced with this ordeal you would be traumatised
But it is not yours, this is my life

 

By Kiri Gray ©