My country is the beautiful sun

My country is not the hard winter

My country is an often green Eden

Always languid and tropical at dawn.

 

It’s a country where the crowing of roosters

Revives everybody every morning

It’s a country furnished with filthy slush and rocks

Where nature is a vast and miserable garden.

 

It's a country full of horrid stories

Where slaves and decent people are revolted

Against greedy settlers and bloody buccaneers

It’s where only macabre memories exist.

 

In this awful and morose atmosphere

Where I banter all that is negative

I will build positive monuments

I will dream and recite fables.

 

My country is the moonlight

Which gives hope and strength to fight

Against masked and zonbified

Bogeymen. Oh! God, I hold no grudges.

 

My country is the ever positive imagination

Presently, I don't want to denounce anyone

However, I will silence the chiming bells

Oh! It's sad to see my people on the exodus

And evacuative shores.

 

P.S. Gilles Vigneault, this poem is

For you and our people.

Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved

Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.