Babies in Haiti have bursts of hunger
And heads filled with wonder
Have an appreciation for pennies
Dreams as big as any
Worked hands that American children could never understand
but…
Have clear eyes
Souls as big as the sky
Whole hearts and
Full minds dying inside
Poverty consumes them
The world abuses them
Until their hearts and souls align
Feeling the disappointments of life
Their eyes are no longer innocent
And minds are left to wonder
When does this end?
If I could change it I would.
Oh I wish I could.