The Island nation of Haiti has been hit my a Devastating Quake, I dedicate this poem to the people of this country! "May God be with you"

"REMEMBER HAITI & ITS WOUNDED PEOPLE"



REMEMBER THE REST

Below this rumble
I try to mumble
A word or two, but its all a whisper
Above me is a heavy slab
Slapping over my face
My heart is making a whisper
Before i weather
and like a feather, in the air
I will soon disappear

Now that you have heard my whisper
Worry no more about me,
Soon I will be gone
Abeit painfuly
Am i lucky though?
I will no more see this light
Neither will i ever see
The wounded motherland

In the next rumble
I can feel the cries
All natures hostage
Before the slab slaps me
I remember the lovely motherland
Before the angle of death
Flapped and flapped
As he neared Haiti


Cough....cough cough!
The dust is choking me,
I can feel the slabs smoldering me
Remember my brothers and sisters
Remember my wife
Remember my husband
Remember my son
Remember my daughter
and my parents too,
Remember Haiti, and its devastated
thousands, dilapidated, wounded and shaken

Remember,
The quake just struck once
And you can act once
And help Haiti overcome the disaster

Cough.....cough, coooough!
Over to you.....!


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MWANGI S. MUTHIORA

This is a an original poem. You can share it and help raise funds for Haiti Population that has been hit by the worst earthquake in several years. Incase you shares this poem, kindly make sure you recognize the author; Mwangi S. Muthiora, +254 725 385 654 or Email: fafdays@gmail.com

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"Two Hours Before" Wishes the people of Haiti quick recovery from this disaster.

Haiti's worst quake in two centuries hit south of the capital Port-au-Prince this week. Thousands of lives have been lost, many are still missing, and hundreds of thousands of people have been affected. Haiti's Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive says he believes more than 100,000 people may have been killed.

The earthquake has destroyed much of the already fragile and overburdened infrastructure in the most densely populated part of the country. A massive and immediate international response is needed to provide food, water, shelter, and medical supplies to the people.

September 11, the Twin Towers crumbled down in the hands of Alqaeda; But this are no ordinally towers because not even Osama can bring them down.

TWIN TOWERS


'TWIN TOWERS'
At the slightest provocation
You sprout out, soft, tender, and innocent
Before a sense of shyness
Creeps in
On your fertile land

Gradually, you become visible
Standing against all odds
From afar you are visible
you distinguish your fertile plains
From your brothers plains

Soon the harvesting will start
Not without a season of planting
Your tenderness
The irresistible bait

Your shy land
A naff in your absence
Denying you freedom
To bask in the plains
With fear of intrigue
And the unending intimidation

Amazingly you got strengths
That makes the brethren salivate
Droll oozing from corners
Of their lustful lips
That's the intensity of your grip

Emotions overwhelming
Temperatures escalating
Spurious glances
Only after your mention
A measure of your might

Who exactly hates seeing you
The paupers or the opulent
Spirit chasers or the priests
Black, white or yellow
You are simply the same
Your jinx immeasurable
Just who detests you?
Who would dare fondle your volume
Without hurting their emotions
Just who?

A cassock you are
To the tender and young
Your crater oozes goodness
The young and elderly crave to feel you
Your texture an oasis of bodily hope
Waking up other bodily faculties
Both within and without
Who says you are bad?

A bond of the past
A tablet of memoirs
Good and bad
Bad and good
Ooh great twin towers
Don't come down yet
Rise and rise

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MWANGI S. MUTHIORA



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Twin Towers- THE WOMANS BREAST that all of us crave to see, feel, fondle, and of course suckle!