EARTHQUAKE: BLOODY HAITI
Bang! The ground keeps shaking…
Hearts are in turmoil…shock after shock.
A scared child is screaming
As if life’s pendulum gets stuck on a dead clock.
Suddenly, dust is dancing in the air
And covers the whole atmosphere.
Dust has positioned itself like a defiant Emir
And tarnishes the beauty of our celestial sphere.
Tearful eyes can only see red
Because blood is everywhere.
Under heavy rubbles lie the dead
For whom hope will come from nowhere.
Falling heavy concretes rule like a king;
Their verdicts make you either guilty or innocent.
Their severe pronouncements are so daunting
That they stop life in a very somber accent.
In Ayiti, Earth creates lives,
But earthquakes take away lives.
A paradise is torn down by earthquakes,
And streams of blood are turned into lakes.
Despair has become a home, a prison
As hell seems to be the final destination.
Mother Earth trembles!
Ayiti is screaming under rubbles.
Aftershocks slap, hit and punish.
Tortured Ayiti is mourning, deploring her fate…
Her dying cries simply vanish…
Because it is just too, too late…
Doctors and nurses flying to rescue Ayiti
Are being summoned: step back!
Eagle-soldiers seeking to destroy Ayiti
Are being greeted: welcome back!
Welcome back after 1934!
Welcome back to kill the road paved in 1804!
“Haitians are allergic to all medicines;
Let us give them guns and assassins!”
Ayiti is crying…
The Eagle-soldier is rejoicing.
Ayiti is crumbling…
The Eagle-soldier is applauding.
When Ayiti is drying out _
His profits_the Eagle-soldier is counting out.
To the Eagle, Ayiti’s calamity
Means dividend, privilege and opportunity.
Death, tears, pains and tragedy
Equal triumph, barbecue and festivity.
The earthquake is not a natural Calvary,
But an 1804 “curse” imposed by the Almighty.
Péralte* and his Kako** better fly away,
For the Eagle-soldier is here to stay
To secure Ayiti’s untouched oil
As reserves for a future scarcity of oil.
This is why the Ayitian music sounds like death.
The Creole language accentuates like death;
Ayitians’ gestures mimic death;
Their voices resonate like death;
So, the prize for their freedom must be death.
Once again, Mother Earth trembles!
Ayiti is screaming under thick rubbles.
Aftershocks slap, hit and punish.
Tortured Ayiti is mourning, deploring her fate…
Her dying cries in the air simply vanish…
Because it is just too, too late.
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*Charlemagne Péralte: led a guerrilla movement again U.S occupation of Ayiti from 1915-1934. He was killed by the US Marine. His body was displayed for hours as a general deterrence.
**Kako or Caco : name given to the guerrilla movement headed by C. Péralte.
Réginal Souffrant
January 31, 2010.
