Saturday, 16 January 2010


Aid sits on tarmac inside gates.
Haitian children left to their own fate.
Fear of violence is crippling,
But it’s just the minds of white people tripping.
Their stereotype of savagery
Is exacerbating this tragedy.
Soldiers who would risk lives fighting Muslims
Are being ordered to worry about their own skin.
Where is their warrior code that once said,
You have nothing to fear but fear itself.
Every second in crumbled cavities
A life extinguishes to neglect’s gravity.
Beds fill hospital corridors and yards,
Mattresses made of pieces of card.
Medicine, bandages and tape
Cures nothing while sitting in a crate.
Pictures filling TV screens.
Our luxury is we can switch off the screams.
Scaremongering preventing the release
Of the very things that will keep the peace.
This time donating is not enough,
We gotta give and make a fuss.
Hound the politicians and every agency.
And fight for the people of Haiti.


  1. Powerfully apt piece, as always you hit the nail on the head.

  2. I second Kat..

    True words and I hope people adhere to the cries of pain and do something about it!

  3. Very sensitively written as always. jmc.