“Once vibrant streets now devoid of hues, Embraced by death’s solitary muse. Silent witness to the crimson stain, Famine’s fury fully untamed. Whose shoulders bear this weight of gloom?” Haiti finds itself in a precarious...



“Once vibrant streets now devoid of hues, Embraced by death’s solitary muse. Silent witness to the crimson stain, Famine’s fury fully untamed. Whose shoulders bear this weight of gloom?” Haiti finds itself in a precarious...