Holding their hands,
In a unified lock that is capable to withstand,
Any tremor or shake,
No matter the effect they still have faith.
Taking in motherless children,
Treating them as our own beloved kindred,
Sharing their little to no food,
So they can stay strong and know where they stood.
Fear struck everyone and at the innocent's call,
Faith and hope overcame them all,
No matter the bad in the world,
They saw the unity of our quarrel.
They broke the lock no matter the situations dim,
And mended and molded to reform the unity again,
Hands locked and held with diferrent colors of skin.
Lend a helping hand to the innocent Haitian.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I have written, and that were written during times of reflection and thought,
