It's like
A train wreck
In the middle
Of the desert
That no one
Thinks they see
They can turn away
For just a little while
But then they be
Rubber necking
To accidents
As Jimi plays
Voodoo Child
But will it
Get the Haitians
To believe anything
Other then
What they know
What they
Believe
And Star
You know poets
And writers are
Metaphorical
But this little poem
Is much deeper than you think
Or not
The Haitians
Live under a Fascist regime. They believe what they are told to believe. Those who protest, disappear. Millions of relief dollars never reached Haiti because the autocracy demanded their split first. Ex-patriots take in relief supplies. We forgave Cuba, when do we save the people of Haiti from 19th Century oppression? Nice poem. Enjoyed Jimi ~slc~
Something you should know
My writing is more abstract
Then u think
Example: U see the mess out west
The world is part of us all
It is not limited to the rich
Or to them that think they are educated