Haiti
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Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre brave Haïti
Encore des larmes aux yeux pour notre incroyable Pays
We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
I have tears in my eyes for Haiti
At Christmas
But I am not crying
At the midnight mass
Tears could not stop flowing
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, das Land der Märtyrer
Haiti, Haiti, das Land, das sie versklaven wollen
Haiti, Haiti, tapferes Negerland
Ayiti, Ayiti, Ayiti, peyi dè Mati
Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Gran Esklav
Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Nèg Brav
Yon Oazi ke zòt vle trayi.
Haití, Haití, Haití, la Tierra de los MártiresHaití, Haití, la Tierra de los Primeros Libertadores
Haïti, Haïti, Haïti, la Terre des MartyrsHaïti, Haïti, le Pays des Grands EsclavesHaïti, Haïti, la Terre des Anciens BravesLa Terre que maints truands veulent trahir.
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo
Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Haití (Ayiti, Bohío, Quisqueya)
Hace mucho tiempo
Es un país secuestrado
Antes del parto de las dañinas bayonetas
Haiti (Ayiti, Bohio, Quisqueya, Saint-Domingue)
Is a long ago
Kidnapped country
Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
This is not a recrudescence of racism
In America or in the world, but rather
A continuum of malfeasance, antagonism
And hardcore cruelty of the systemic horror
Haiti
By: Abbey Windham
They carry on
Day after day
The smiles on their faces
As white as pearls from the roaring oceans
Their homes are shambles
Pieces of trash nailed together
My heart aches
For the land that I barely know,
For the people I've barely met,
For the language I barely speak
(Because I was there for a week).
Never before have I seen such joy,
Joy in the midst of sorrow,
In the midst of pain,
Of poverty,
In the midst of it all: Part 2
In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days
My mind can’t help but wander your way
Anything could happen at anytime
I am from the rolling hills
From the river filled with pebbles.
I am from where the rooster crows
From bleating goats to oinking pigs.
(Even in the dark of night)
I'm from outside my comfort zone.
Born in Idaho in the middle of December, but I was so little that I couldn't remember. To Texas we moved when I was but one, little did I know that it had only begun. I thought that I would stay there the rest of my life.
“Mommy, it’s getting dark!” his voice quivering,
clinging to my skirt.
No response. My pain was great though,
I couldn’t help him.
It pained him, that pains me.
Their eyes no longer blank
As they had risen from concrete crumbles.
In the burning heat of day
And in the rituals of the night.
Rushing through the strings of dirty tents
Trying to find the ceaseless end
