Haiti, May, 2010
I ask you, why bother
when you’ve seen the smoldering slag
the numberless sorrows their faces in shadow
you know they will never count the bodies
widows pull themselves through with thin fingers
children kiss your hands as if you could reach them through the bars
all you have are empty pockets
your heart a walled cage
your eyes blinded by the sunlight
illuminating everything
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Heartbreaking.
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