The eyes of your children were the eyes of my children.
But listen to the world
Listen to the millions of voices speaking for your silence.
Thousands of hands helped me through the desolation.
I felt God had forgotten us
I was shaken, and forlorn, but People cared.
Countless People I will never be able to thank enough
they cared, and cried, and helped.
Feel the countless souls in anguish for you.
The best part of the human kind is rushing
across oceans and mountains of debris
with little money and lots of money
with weak and strong hands and arms.
The lords of the earth, the rich and the beautiful,
they felt they had to give back
they paused and spoke for you.
So please, Haiti, do not despair.
We are on our way, we are coming
to bring water, food, shelter,
to bandage the wounds,
to help dry the tears,
to see our selves in your eyes
as the persons we truly should be.
An earthquake survivor from L'Aquila, Italy.