It hangs over the city
Like a cloud of dust.
Cold, hard and diseased
In the streets.
Waiting to be buried,
To be put away in a mass grave
He stares them all in the face,
Sparing no one from his cold touch,
To bring them all into his cold embrace.
The world sees.
Sees the flattened buildings,
The broken lives,
The hungry eyes.
They see...and they act.
A flood comes.
A flood of doctors,
It all comes in and floods the island.
It comes from a boy, who rides five miles.
It comes from a girl, who pushes her school into action.
It comes from a woman, who goes as a nurse and will never return.
It comes from a man, who stirs up a nation.
It comes from the world.
And it is this that we live for.
When the cry from a small island,
the third poorest in the world,
Pulls us together
And we forget all else
But our goal.