Under the Bridge In Del Rio, Texas Usa

Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land Let’s go back, in Savannah, Georgia, Haitians were needed then to fight The enemies. It’s history, real stories, which can be found under the light Of the past. The past never lies. One may wonder, why so many are fleeing? What are they fleeing or and who are chasing these human beings? Read the history of Haiti, Europe and the Americas and you’ll find out Haitians are black, not Europeans. They are descendants of Africans That’s why they’re not treated humanely like Jews or Ukrainians Can you dig it? You got it? Do you comprehend the nomenclature? The system does not want Blacks to aspire a decent or better future Do you understand? Do you get the full and complete picture? They offer Haitians crumbs and spoiled food which they feed dogs and cats While they give to others on silver plates: steaks, burgers, hot dogs and snacks Oh! Yes, indeed, this entire world is absolutely unjust and unfair This is criminal, despicable. This is something that I cannot bare Under the Mirabeau Bridge flow the Seine and lovers Under the Del Rio, Texas bridge, Haitian survivors Are mistreated for seeking a better life, a better future Because their Homeland is infested with bloodthirsty gangsters And corrupt politicians. Because Haiti is full of vampires, predators And hardcore oppressors. Haitians like many dark-skinned individuals Are customarily victims of abject racism and other unheard-of rituals Must I constantly remember the pain and shame that I feel seeing Human beings in distress and in danger? Oh! I am not eagerly waiting For joy and fun after witnessing so much humiliation and misery Days and nights, I cannot close, shut my eyes to rest; I am not sleepy I am afraid to dream, to experience more shocks, havocs and nightmares Life is not slow. Life flows. Dreams and hopes should not be so violent For our brothers and sisters who are desperate and innocent Under the Mirabeau Bridge flow the Seine and dreamers Under the Del Rio Bridge are suffering countless survivors Ring the bells of Justice, Liberty, Freedom and Equality For our brothers and sisters in the world living in ignominy Don’t stop ringing the bells so that the deaf and the weak May hear them loud and clear. Our world is unfair, dishonest and sick. P.S. This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Our Struggle. Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.