the bells of haiti

For a moment, Goliath can be serious and wants to post this sad poem by Kathy Lockhart

the bells of haiti
the suffering is too big for me to comprehend, so i write in lower case letters in this attempt to grasp the enormity of this disaster.



in the still of early morning
just past the last strike of twelve
a new day will be dawning
in the hours of the bells

ring on bells of champions
ring on bells of hope
ring on bells of peace
help us all to cope

in the jolt of the earth erupting
just past the day of days
upheaval stirs a calling
and death has come to play

ring on bells of heroes
ring on bells of death
ring on bells of sorrow
while a babe take his first breath

in the chaos of the living
as soldiers bring relief
wounded now are crying
while covered in their grief

ring on bells of misery
ring on bells of thirst
ring on bells of the hungry
as the conditions grow worse

in the darkness of the weeping
as the dead sleep along the road
life is riddled with the creeping
of despair into the living souls

ring on bells for food and rations
ring on bells for the maimed and poor
ring on bells for great compassion
as the world unites in giving more

Thanks, Kathy. After reading your poem a few times, I found myself humming an old Dylan tune. I post it here to share ... it is a nice complement with your poem. "Ring them Bells"

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