Not about Haiti.
But I do remember the world absolutely exploding. Rushing to help, aid agencies at the scene, other news stories robbed of airtime, newspaper space, money being raised, coin drives, donations, prayer. It was talked about some at school, some teachers spending a lot of time discussing it, others not speaking of it at all. The whole world came together that week. So - what happened?
The news have stopped covering it. Donation boxes have disappeared. Dinner conversation has gone back to work, school and North American life. Gone are the news stories: "Canada donates $ (x-amount) to Haitian Relief Effort." The government isn't matching donations anymore.
We have forgotten.
But they still need help. One year later, Haiti still needs us! Please don't forget Haiti. We are reminded today because it's the one-year mark, but we need to remember them, and all other suffering countries everyday. We can't be blind to the poverty and suffering because we're all sitting here in our comfortable, luxurious North American lifestyle.
Please remember. Today, and always.
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
Born to a throne, stronger than Rome
But Violent prone, poor people zone
But it’s my home, all I have known
Where I got grown, streets we would roam
But out of the darkness, I came the farthest
Among the hardest survival
Learn from these streets, it can be bleak
Except no defeat, surrender retreat
So we struggling, fighting to eat and
We wondering when we’ll be free
So we patiently wait, for that fateful day
It’s not far away, so for now we say
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
So many wars, settling scores
Bringing us promises, leaving us poor
I heard them say, love is the way
Love is the answer, that’s what they say,
But look how they treat us, make us believers
We fight their battles, then they deceive us
Try to control us, they couldn’t hold us
Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers
But we struggling, fighting to eat
And we wondering, when we’ll be free
So we patiently wait, for that faithful day
It’s not far away, but for now we say
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
(Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh)
And everybody will be singing it
(Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh)
And you and I will be singing it
(Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh)
And we all will be singing it
(Ohhh Ohh Ohh Ohh)
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, when I get older
I will be stronger, just like a Waving Flag
Just like a Waving Flag, just like a Waving flag
Flag, flag, Just like a Waving Flag.
I remember when I heard about Haiti. My grandpa came over, I do not know how long after the fact. But, he asked me if I knew what happened (I kinda knew, but I in all honesty had NO idea). I saw things in Samaritan's Purse news letters about tent cities, all with blue tarps. But I did not know...I did not know at all. Just recently I began to learn. I listened to Compassion International Chapel Message. The first two were all about Haiti. I had never thought, I did not know. I do not know. I just know that people died, their lives were changed. There is still sooo much barried under ruble, that used to be a building. I do not know. I CANNOT know. I am beginning to learn, but I will never know. I wish I had done something, I wish I knew that such devastation had hit Haiti, I did not even pray. I did not know. I pray for them now, because it will never be the same for them. Now, I correspond with Lucie from Haiti. But, her project was not affected by the "quake."
ReplyDeleteBTW, I LOVE the song at the end. The Yellow Jackets sang it on Season3 Episode1 on the Sing Off. You should check it out on YouTube.
Lizzie