Living Among the Dead

 

Help!
I cry from my rock hard bed of stones,
My only reassurance of life is the painful sounds of groans and moans
Some of which I'm not even certain are my own.
Am I alone?No-others are slowly dying around me too,
I'm beginning to think my moments of being alive are but few.
Alas!The hub of strong strange voices is the welcoming music I hear,
Help!But they seem so far away, yet so ver,very near...
Help!I cry with what little strength I have left,
Don't leave...not yet...not yet...
(Voice of a Haitian victim)

I'm helping to save lives and even recover the dead,
It's rewarding, fulfilling, heart-wrenching, dread.
The Caribbean sea swells with the volume of tears being shed.
(Voice of a search and rescue personnel)

 I'm alive!But my family is in there too!
 Can't you do something?Is that my sister's   shoe?
 See her lying lifeless, wounded, still,
 What angered Mother Nature, causing her   my sister to kill?
 (Voice of a survivor).

Too much voodoo down there!
Too much evil dominates their land!
So the Most High had to step in and take a stand!
Food for thought,yes, but are we any more deserving than them?
Don't we too kill,maime, steal,sin everyday? What gauaranteed us being spared the same fate?
(Voices of one who judges and one representing the judged).

Thank God for life, His mercies, food, clothing, shelter
These things I can so freely enjoy
While Haiti lies in ruins,
Those alive struggling to survive among the dead.
(Voice of one thankful)

Which are YOU????

 *Written  January 10, 2010 during the immediate aftermaths of that devastating earthquake in Haiti a few hours earlier*

*Divided we fall,united we stand*