January 12, 2010 Instance of Terror in Haiti

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In a year, In ten years, In a hundred years, How much will be left Of these people whose lives Have been stolen abruptly, if They are not only some distant words Recorded in the annals of history? Tell me. How much will be remembered Of these people who are gone Forever, unknown? You did not have the chance to say good-bye To your loved ones, to anyone! How much did you know about your fate at that point? Hence in my poetry I record your tragic lot. It is to immortalize Your last big moment. I want to protect it Against the erosion of forgetfulness. One day, Time will contemplate the scene At the top of many years. Kids then will hear the poignant story for the first time. Others will think about it sorrowfully. But no one will feel the pain anymore. To you who have suffered and survived, Also to the rest of us who have witnessed this ordeal, May this book of poems be a constant memento Of our humble and precarious human condition! Most of all To those who have died, I offer this compilation as a mausoleum Where they will sleep their sleep Eternally, beautifully, and peacefully In my embalming words.

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