And Haiti Sings On...
by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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The Earth, she grumble,
the Earth, she groan,
the houses, they tumble,
and Haiti sings on.
Oh Christopher Columbus,
why did you come,
to my island paradise,
to the beat of a drum?
Oh King of France,
why did you dance,
on my color and culture,
for sweet rum sugar,
and new cotton pants?
For that we put France down.
But the world goes round and round,
and Papa Doc took the high ground,
beating us bloody to the sound,
of drum beats as Haiti sang on.
And so we put Papa down.
Behind the smile our faces frown.
There was no joy in Port-au-Prince town,
but Haiti still sang on.
In the late summer,
the hurricane come,
rip at our houses,
and always drown some.
And now our houses kill everyone.
Regardless of station, every mother's son.
But with the cry of pain in every street,
the singing of Haiti never retreat.
We thirst for water and hunger for food.
We cry for shelter and relief that is good.
Our cries fall unheard like tapping on wood.
Haiti sings for redemption that is unheard.
The world pours in, but it is too late,
too little is coming, and the grief is too great.
There is no saving those already crushed,
those buried alive not given grief’s trust.
After the pain of injury is healed,
after the death is swept away or sealed,
the tragedy of starvation,
and disease revealed,
still, Haiti will sing on.
Will Haiti ever be strong?
Is Haiti's tragic history just too long?
Surely, with the strength of its people,
and its song, Haiti will live on.
Copyright 2010 © Ronald W. Hull
Photo Courtesy First Baptist of Orlando
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|Reviewed by Regis Schilken
|My wife and I have, for the last three years, have sponsered Haitian students in our home. I will send them your poem.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A most apt and timely offering, Ron; a fine tribute to the people of Haiti. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! POWERFUL WORDS!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|The reverence in the faces of those who have suffered the most is the greatest face of all!
Excellent poem, Ron...A keeper for me!
Love and PEace~
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Yes! She will live on singing gratefully for the living. I've never seen people more humbled than those of Haiti. I am grateful they can sing and smile in spite of it all. God gives these people the hope we take for granted and there are many lessons we can learn from these wonderful and loving people. Beautiful poem of honor, thirst death and faith in a nation beaten down so many times and still singing. God bless Haiti and you,Ron!
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Well done, Ronald! And Haiti will live on! I pray things will be better than they ever were once the dust has been cleared away.
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
|Wonderful outlook you have given to the people of Haiti, Dear Ronald...
Thank you for your life-giving vision..
With love and gratitude,
Suzie xox :-D
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|Now this is a good Haiti poem. Great job, Ron. I especially like the way it sounds almost as if it is spoken with an accent.|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Hope the best for Haiti people..
wonderful poem Ron,
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|I wish those there could read your tribute. An island strung with a history of tragedies, natural and otherwise but this is there most painful time ever; that last verse is the promise of hope... IF the world helps them build "right" not just build back they will make it!
Amazing poems you write, Mike
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Excellent piece of writing, Ronald.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Relief seems always slow in coming when tragedy strikes but ones faith in God is what pulls them through until help finally arrives.