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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