Apocalyptic Debris. Helena Donovan.

This is just a piece about Haiti and the turmoil  there in. I read a book  about 10 years ago or so  about  Haiti.
It was Herbert Gold," The best nightmare on earth. I remember it as a great  lighthearted insight into a country, id most likely never visit, I had read other stuff which gave me the shivers about the place. But now i wish i could do more the contribute some euro.

Apocalyptic Debris.  Helena Donovan
 
An island so small, Duvalier dreams
With Voodoo priest, cute Haitian pigs
I feel your Fear, see your desperation
So much suffering in this 21st century

I hear,
Chimes ring out, underground pleas
Modern phones, muted replies.
No logistics plan, no early rescues
Modern   technology, yet! 
Nature defeats you.

Also,
Your gates were opened fully
For your prisons worst inmates
Sluiced its dredges to the streets
Adding   evil to heartaches

I wish,
your rescue to be quick
Your fears to be  depleted
Water  to sustain you, food  to appease you
Family reunions, to shape your resilience
Recreating for you a new existence

I’m humbled,
While my cupboards have plenty
You have death and malaise
No water, or food, just disease
  Miracles abundant to you
In your apocalyptic debris.