Port-Au-Prince
Chita, Chita (sit, sit)
Rest your feet
For your heart is trembling and your breath is weak
In the wake of grave defeat
My spirit weeps
Fè ba, Fè ba (kiss, kiss)
Your nation left dispersed on hands and knees
Clawing through stones with bare hands
Desperate to salvage those in arms reach
Their sounds of distress heard in prayers and
Chanting song through the night to comfort thee
Port-Au-Prince
A sea of lost souls scattered at your feet
Families left aloof as they stare at heavens gate
Mothers reflecting on the birth of their children
Now angels in their path
Chita, Chita (sit, sit)
You’ve made it though
Take a deep breath through all the debris
We still have much to do
As scores of civilians still lie buried beneath the rubble in the streets
No water, no food, no relief
Stone slabs entrapping limbs
The smell of decaying corpses filling their lungs
Time is closing in
Fè ba, Fè ba (kiss, kiss)
A sorrow bringing unity to the divided
A toll of innumerous proportions
Reported by new age twitter updates and facebook stats
Stumbling in the dark on a beaten path
Bodies soiling the ground with blood from both the living and the dead
The night engulfing the pitch black with gunshots of panic
Escaped convicts roaming the streets free
Contaminated water threatening an epidemic
Surging through self made manholes
That sweep the same slabs of stone used for sleep
Neighbors cuddling what remains of the homes they once occupied
Burning tires lighting up the night, preserving diesel fuel
Chita, Chita (sit, sit)
Conserve your energy
The quake has pillaged the infrastructures that housed the strong
But not their determination to rescue and restore what little they can of hope
Heroic in their struggle
Loved ones entombed as they rush against time
The bereaved sobbing with angst
Generous and kind as they assist those voices that cry
Fè ba, Fè ba (kiss, kiss)
Thy neighbor, who sheds tears by your side
Makeshift tents spread before your eyes, to offer comfort for the tired
Leery expectations of survival
Trapped behind impassable roads and damaged docks
Clogged airways needed to reach the critically sick
Looming the headlines of a shaken city
With Obama’s promise from America:
“Haiti will not be foresaken”
