The Hungry Haitian Knocks

The Hungry Haitian Knocks

They had mud huts but now they are gone
After a week of terror they sought to find a new dawn
The world went running to lend a hand
Bodies and carcasses on mass they buried in unconsecrated land

Armies in the thousands came to rebuild the roads
Generous volunteers arrived by the bus load
The old, forsaken and the sick were found huddled in the street
Children lives were now rendered incomplete

Voodoo shaman lost of spirits and singing rattle
The homeless treated less than slaughterhouse cattle
Patient was their hope for divine intervention
But global aid became afflicted by political circumvention

The U.N. had gathered billions of dollars to rebuild their land
Now more concerned about BRIC and mortar than a dying hand
Pledges by global governments they did applaud
Look more closely to discover another Wall Street fraud

The Salvation Army ringing the bell for Santa Claus
Oxfam for its part requesting global applause
Save the Children, will they indeed
UNICEF across the media donations they did plead

All this generosity and no fix in place
Why has humanity accepted this disgrace
Generous was our gift to help each victim
Black still the colour of slavery is the judge’s dictum

Hunger and disease became epidemic
Evil leaders were more eager to witness human pandemic
The media departed and the misery was for gotten
The hungry Haitian knocks and asks, Master can I still pick cotton.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede