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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Haitian tom-tom, the Compas will remain sad<br>For a long time<br>And the people, our people will remain mad<br>For some time<br>The seismic river of death<br>The painful tears have shredded<br>The fibers of the poor hearts embedded<br>Buried alive where few are left<br>Scrambling at the cataclysmic trial.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dial 911, no response<br>Call, call, no dial, no dial<br>Tone, no rescuers, no dance<br>No dancing tonight<br>That’s right<br>All of the dancers<br>Are dead<br>The musicians are dead<br>And the executioners<br>Are dead too<br>Grown-ups are perished, children are lost<br>In the ditches, babies are engulfed in toxic dust<br>It is unusual to<br>Fathom the unimaginable<br>Half a minute, to think of the incredible<br>Force of Nature, to live in hell on earth<br>And to predict the impossible<br>The Olympian sleeping on the turf<br>Is dead, dead<br>This is miserable.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dust, smoke, fire<br>Everywhere; the Empire<br>Is no more. Gold is worthless<br>Money is senseless<br>Nowhere to go<br>Nowhere to run to<br>No street peddlers<br>No beggars, no drivers<br>No merchants<br>No, no cats and no dogs parading<br>The corners; total silence<br>In downtown Port-au-Prince<br>Nobody to sing<br>Nobody to hum Ave Maria<br>The bankers failed to call today<br>Today is only the second Tuesday<br>Of a brand new year; Caramba<br>Tonnerre! Anmwe, God d…<br>I am not going to say it<br>I should have gone to Cape Cod<br>I cannot stand, I can’t say it<br>I am suffering internally<br>I am dying slowly<br>With my brothers<br>And sisters.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=407850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Copyright© February 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved<br>Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”<br>https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Hebert+Logerie">Hebert Logerie</a></strong></div>