My Country Is the Beautiful Sun

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 zombified 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 Near the 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.