For Haiti.
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The forsaken underbellies bloat, ripping apart their hovels
left with the blighting of our very oblivion.
calamity that bisects their populace with a primal brutality.
Mere mortals come play as the Jesus for the tangled, limp frames.
Stairways to escape crumble into further ruins
dormant lives lined on the boulevard.
More graves will be dug tonight.
