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My Pen Is Weeping Blood
My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery. My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary. My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices, Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley. A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being rewarded; What a shame for a man-made world corrupted with vices! My daring pen defaces the inequality and the imbalance, Which fool the image of a so called free world. My laser beams burn the iris of the blind peasants, Who can now see clearly the mini-sketch of my people. I am the brother-in law of the cowardly executed poet And the great-grandson of the poorest assassinated emperor. I abhor the vanity and the lowliness of mankind in horror, Oh! Lord, I'm going to read aloud twelve psalms, from my seat. My pen is mourning my beloved people, Who are innocently digesting the giant toxic apple. My voice is seduced by the wind of liberty, Which echoes the piercing screams of the starving babies of Haiti. P.S. Translation of 'Ma Plume Pleure Du Sang' by Hebert Logerie. Copyright© November 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of four books of poems.
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