This is the story of Pierre
The boy who grew up in the streets
The streets were his home.
This is the story of a boy
Whose mother abandoned him
His father abused him
Was the boy nobody cared for.
Pierre was never loved.
So he walked under the hot Haitian Sun
Looking and asking for love.
The world denied him love
So he asked for honor
And was looked upon others with despise
Pierre just wanted a friend
Someone to talk to and understand
And God was his only imaginary, invincible friend
All he wanted to was to love
All he wanted was to play
Pierre wanted to dream
Of a father, a mother, a nice comfortable bed,
His hungry belly fed
All he wanted was to be a boy
But the world forgot about Pierre
And Pierre bit by bit was beginning to fade
His heart stopping its regular beat
Pierre was starting to die………………..
All of the sudden the earth shook under his feat.
He became alert and very alive.
Then with sheer horror he realized
That after the “earthquake”
He was not alone
There were more of him out there
Now children of the street
Also needing love,
needing a friend
There were a lot of Pierres out there
Whose dreams were shattered away……..
Now Pierre is not alone, he plays, he dreams, he loves
Along with Jean Paul, Renaud and Cherie.
Their hearts united by a catastrophe
They care not of how this friendship came about
Because only they want to be loved.
Oh, how it hurts, how it hurts. How it hurts.
They are all children of the Haitian Sun.
After the Earthquake in Haiti, as everyone else, I was saddened by the news. I especially thought about the children who had lived to find that their parents hadn’t. But I also heard about the children who were orphaned before the earthquake and were children of the streets and how organizations were trying to separate them from the ones who were orphaned by the catastrophe. I just started thinking, was it fair for the already orphaned children to be denied of help because of their status before the earthquake? Didn’t those kids have the right to also be helped? My heart went out to them and I started toying with this idea until I read Chris’s This Poem Cries
I hope this will make sense to you for this is how I see all of the orphaned, abused, and neglected children who need our love.