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Waldo's In Haiti

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Stark white eyes bulge from little black faces

Sharply outlined orbs of milk  

And Haitian children seem to ask

Why

Are

You

Here

Now?

Sooty charcoal coats their hair

Taupe grit sticks thick on every crevice every indent on every body

Swollen stomachs with anxious teeth perched inside

Still waiting

Arms crossed, hands tucked under their arms

A twist in the face

A narrowing of those barren eyes

You’re

All

A

Little

Late.

Donate to Haiti.

It was rocked by a terrible tragic travesty

There was an earthquake there, you know.

Empty whitewash words are filled with the rich reassuring green of money.

Where

Is

Haiti

Located

Again?

I forget.

Those white eyes reflect back white guilt.

Go to a Benefit Concert and watch a slideshow of pathetic looking

Haitian children and listen to Bambi eyed Americans talk about

That terrible tragedy and understand that we

Never before Google searched “Poverty stricken Haitian children” for pictures to put on our supplementary Benefit Event slide show set to melancholy yet slightly inspirational light acoustic music.

Realize that.

I hope you feel uncomfortable like me.

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