(This poem is about a young girl from the Caribbean Island of Haiti whose family died during the earthquake of 2010 & the Cholera Epidemic afterwards)

Water, water, water, water.

That is all I can think of.

The heat is killing me,

My body covered with rashes.

They itch and burn, itch and burn.

 

Senya was long gone, gone, gone.

Her last words were,

`Dear sister stay strong’

Mother and Father, Mother and Father,

Do they lie down next to each other?

 

For I am alone,

thats all I know.

In the camp where its cold and dark.

And I do never feel another spark,

Of happiness, of life.

 

They are all dead, dead, dead

No water means no life

Now I realize

Why we all die.

 

The clean, clear, pure,

Has disappeared in smoke.

 

I see the pipes broken in half,

The water is spilling from the tap.

It splashes on the dusty ground.

People waiting in queues rush to find

Just like bats, completely blind.

 

They dig out the water

Muddy, and unsanitized.

But nothing stops them.

They are thirsty, their throats dry.

 

Ever since the earthquake hit our land

I knew my life was about to end.

Even if I survived.

I would die,

Homeless, hungry, dehydrated as the days went by.

 

The people who rushed to the water,

Lay down staring at the sky,

Wishing they had never drunk at all

For the deadly Cholera

Which made us cry.

 

Her daughter died,

His son left,

Parents lost or laid in beds.

Now it is time,

My time has ended.

I shall now go and seek in the clouds,

For the people I love the most.

 

Water, water, water, water,

Water was all we needed.

A drop of the clean, clear pure

And the many millions would not have sailed away.

 

BY:

Ananya Sengupta

 

This the grade 5 video as our trailer

Cast: Ananya, Hazel and Alex