A Perspective From Haiti
In thirty five seconds
You may see eternity clear as day
Quick as a flash and passing away
Too fast for opinions
To contend for understanding. too
Fast to contend for judgment. Rue
It in flash, for we see
Eight thousand alive no more. All
Monuments, brick and buildings fall
And plans brings misery.
What is our history
Then, the spell of freedom and blood
Bled path to squirming from the mud?
What is our anxiety
For, tomorrow in the fishnet bleating
For its own liberation from our thinking
Shall we have nothing
More than cycles always of beginnings
Hope carved from the flesh of sufferings?
I pray for better wing.
For better Toussaint
Today, I would dig rubble and prison
Now, rescue with more than my orison
From leashed restraint
The shriveled archipelago from debris
Of the same Napoleanic thin pedigree
Every stream get along
In its own current, each heart keep pace
For its own glory, so let it be for this race
Sing not here their exotic song.
Time is brief, and life is fleet
In thirty five seconds nothing stands the same
Except the scent of cordite and the flame
No one hit the key delete
And none can hit the key return, they are gone
Eight thousand characters swept by dawn
And in the void I, child
Of perennial desolation, seek beyond wisdom
The old certainty of an unshakable kingdom
With brave Haiti reconciled
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