Haiti by Craigd741 The ground rumbled once again They'd heard that sound before. But never had the evil beast Released such an angry roar. Buildings tumbled to the ground At the heart of that one day. People scattered everywhere Not knowing which way. But nowhere was safe from the wrath Of the monsters shaking. The pains and horrors of yesteryear were Suddenly awaken. Port-au-Prince was ruined, Once a city; now only debris. Some were crushed by tumbling stone Too slow, too late, to flee. The world was alerted to the emergency, A cry for help was called. Country leaders everywhere Said how they were appalled. On that night the streets were filled With exhausted villagers seeking sleep. Whilst many lay injured and dying Without help and far too weak. For a country such has Haiti Has poor emergency aid. So the ground was hit With an speedy spade. Digging a hole for the dead to fill Thousands piled in. Without a prayer offered to them, Thrown in there on a whim. The world quickly responded And began to give generously. But many were still trapped Dying painfully and helplessly. The aid taking it's time to filter through Now the world watches one week on. This struggle for Haitians continues, Feeling like twice as long. All we can do is keep giving To help those who have survived. And offer our thoughts to the families Of those that have died. The future is obscured by dust now But the President's have set their plan. To make the future of Haiti As bright as they possibly can. So time will tell If Haiti is lifted out of the dirt. Or if to poverty and danger It will revert. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 18-Jan-2010