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"A Poem for Haiti"

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Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Can you hear me cry?
Can you feel me?
Can you see my people dying?
Our wounded souls bleed to death
Our families are being crushed
Scratched
I can't see
I'm blind
I can't stand, I'm handicapped
A millions are dying
What's left for us?
GOD, his grace for us
His love for us,
Is it by grace, a miracle
I'm living today?
I'm I a victim
I'm I a ghost
I'm I a dreamer
I'm I a dreamer of life
I'm I a traveller
Crying for a lost soul
How many more will have to suffer?
How many more will have to die?
Oh, how you used to be
How you once were it all
The day we sang our national anthem
" pour le drapeau pour la Patrie
Mourir est beau
Mourir est beau
Notre passé nous crie
Ayez lame arguerrie
Mourir est beau
Mourir est beau
Pour le drapeau pour la patrie".
Oh, how on this blessed day we shall reunite, singing a song for Haiti
A song for our nation
A voice for Haiti
A poem for Haiti.




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