Cry for Haitians
My heart goes out to the Haitians
Having lost touch with the stillness of your land
Yet have you been made to travel still
Clinging your teeth to the back of trees
Your tears travel long
And sink somewhere beneath the sea shores
We all, together feel these tears
We all, together sing your fears
To that woman, we altogether sing
Lullabies to your puzzled seeds
Because we all see the gleaming morning sun
Setting your sweat, pain and toil to the dumps
A salute to that man with a heart to care
Your garment and bread you freely shared
One day we shall all sit at meat to drink
And sip from heaven’s stream in peace
This yoke, too; shall pass
Your fears shall sink to abyss’ stand
Oh Haitians, weep no more
Oh Haitians, mourn no more
poem by Gilbert Alasa
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