THE REALITY OF LIFE.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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THE TEARS OF HAITI
THE TEARS OF HAITI...
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This is for my brothers and sisters in Haiti, we all feel your pain and empathize with you, this is just a piece of how i feel deep inside my soul when i think about HAITI.
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Haiti a dungeon of pity, life down there is not for the living, neither is it for those who cherish and desire dignity.
Babies lay lonely on the street, without the care and protection of their mothers.
Sons sit and cry in fear, at the absence of a father's upholding and encouraging touch.
Daughters are left to face the harshness and dangers of the society.
The people are lost and confused at the break down and ineffectiveness of the government.
What kind of world is this, in the mist of abundance and waste lies so much lack and want, in the presence of individual wealth and riches lies poverty, shame and low self esteem.
Your cry has travelled thousands of miles, right into our hearts to wipe away smiles on our ebony faces..
Your tears has soaked the earth wet, wet enough for the trees and seeds to bear fruits of pain.
My soul bleeds, my heart aches at the sight of this generational disaster. Over here we live for today, we never try to look back at yesterday, and we always pray to nature, to allow us see tomorrow.
Haiti you are like a lost son,a son stolen and established under the force of oppression and slavery, your brothers are far away across another border, the question is, did you bother to go back home?
Home (AFRICA), is where you belong, a place where your identity, dignity and prosperity lies, it lies fallow waiting endlessly for your return.
I weep and bite my fingers in pain, i cry and bow my head in shame when i see the level of destruction, poverty,inhumanity, pain,suffering and hopelessness that abides with my brother(HAITI), from another mother(AFRICA).
Who do you blame, who do you point those accusing fingers at, is it yourself,nature, the environment,government, fate or who?.
Maybe this is not the time to play the blaming game,rather it is the time to shake off the dust and dirt of pain and shame that has almost buried that glory, that light which can never be covered by any one, not even you(HAITI).
Get up, answer the call of victory, face your fears, never succumb to those tears, wear a new strength, go out and conquer all that lies before you like a ferocious gladiator.
THE MOURNING PHASE IS OVER...
DAVID,
JUST A BIT OF MY HEART,
2011...
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This is for my brothers and sisters in Haiti, we all feel your pain and empathize with you, this is just a piece of how i feel deep inside my soul when i think about HAITI.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE TEARS OF HAITI.
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Haiti a dungeon of pity, life down there is not for the living, neither is it for those who cherish and desire dignity.
Babies lay lonely on the street, without the care and protection of their mothers.
Sons sit and cry in fear, at the absence of a father's upholding and encouraging touch.
Daughters are left to face the harshness and dangers of the society.
The people are lost and confused at the break down and ineffectiveness of the government.
What kind of world is this, in the mist of abundance and waste lies so much lack and want, in the presence of individual wealth and riches lies poverty, shame and low self esteem.
Your cry has travelled thousands of miles, right into our hearts to wipe away smiles on our ebony faces..
Your tears has soaked the earth wet, wet enough for the trees and seeds to bear fruits of pain.
My soul bleeds, my heart aches at the sight of this generational disaster. Over here we live for today, we never try to look back at yesterday, and we always pray to nature, to allow us see tomorrow.
Haiti you are like a lost son,a son stolen and established under the force of oppression and slavery, your brothers are far away across another border, the question is, did you bother to go back home?
Home (AFRICA), is where you belong, a place where your identity, dignity and prosperity lies, it lies fallow waiting endlessly for your return.
I weep and bite my fingers in pain, i cry and bow my head in shame when i see the level of destruction, poverty,inhumanity, pain,suffering and hopelessness that abides with my brother(HAITI), from another mother(AFRICA).
Who do you blame, who do you point those accusing fingers at, is it yourself,nature, the environment,government, fate or who?.
Maybe this is not the time to play the blaming game,rather it is the time to shake off the dust and dirt of pain and shame that has almost buried that glory, that light which can never be covered by any one, not even you(HAITI).
Get up, answer the call of victory, face your fears, never succumb to those tears, wear a new strength, go out and conquer all that lies before you like a ferocious gladiator.
THE MOURNING PHASE IS OVER...
DAVID,
JUST A BIT OF MY HEART,
2011...
