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Orphan of Port-au-Prince
Cry out mother's name.
Call for father.
Demand next of kin.
You belong to somebody.
So you wait.
Too young to speak,
Don't know own name.
Maybe, you'll become a number.
Unidentifiable
Mothers, fathers,
Piled in street corners.
Unwanted, limp vegetables.
They rot.
When the earth revolted against you
Innocent little one
Roaming alone
New name became
Orphan of Port-au-Prince.
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