SIGNAL

In the land of Haiti, where troubles abide,

There's a signal that falters, unable to guide.

Amidst the chaos, it struggles to call,

A symbol of struggle, of hardship's thrall.

It's the signal of hardship, of challenges deep,

In Haiti's landscape, where sorrows seep.

For despite the resilience, the spirit so strong,

The bad signal lingers, its presence long.

Through trials and tribulations, it flickers and fades,

A reminder of the struggles, the barricades.

With every obstacle, it weakens its hold,

Leaving Haiti's people in a grip so cold.

The bad signal, a symbol of despair,

In Haiti's sky, it hangs heavy in the air.

For in its shadow, hope seems to wane,

As Haiti's people endure the pain.

Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer remains,

A light of hope, breaking through the chains.

For in Haiti's spirit, resilient and bright,

There's a strength that endures, through every plight.

So let us stand with Haiti, in solidarity,

And help mend the signal, with love and clarity.

For in unity, we'll overcome, and find,

A brighter future, for Haiti and humankind.