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The ground
keeps shaking:
Shock
after shock…
A scared
child is screaming
After
being hit by a pointy rock.
Suddenly, dust is dancing
in the air
And covers the whole
atmosphere.
Dust replaces make-ups,
powder
And tarnishes the beauty
of Ms. Flower.
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
guilty or innocent.
Their severe
pronouncements are so disheartening
That they may stop life
in a very somber accent.
In Ayiti, Earth creates
lives,
But earthquakes take away
lives.
A paradise is torn down
by a pitiless earthquake,
And streams of blood are
running like a roaring lake.
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 warned: “Step
back!”
Eagle-soldiers
seeking to destroy Ayiti
Are being greeted:
“Welcome back!
Welcome back after 1934!
Welcome back to kill the
dream of 1804!
Ayitians are allergic to
all medicines;
Let us give them guns and
assassins!”
Ayiti is crying…
The Eagle-soldier
is rejoicing.
Ayiti is crumbling!
…but the Eagle-soldier
is applauding;
When Ayiti is agonizing,
His profits the
Eagle-soldier is accumulating.
To the Eagle,
Ayiti’s calamity
Means dividend,
privilege, and opportunity.
Death, tears, pains and
tragedy
Equal triumph, barbecue
and festivity.
This deadly 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 a reserve stock for a
future scarcity of oil.
This is why the Ayitians’
music sounds like death.
Their language
accentuates like death;
Their 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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