Unfortunately, the Haitian people have everything to lose
They are very fragile, humiliated, vilified, and abused
My people have been suffering for years, for centuries
On the pavement, in the streets, in the harbor and on the high seas.
Our people, our brothers and sisters!
Their wicked leaders once in power, the liars
Change all plans to the detriment of the poor
Who are quickly forgotten in the filthy cans
Their spleen, sweat and blood flow are floating in the sewers
They are despised by hens,
By guinea fowls, by roosters, and all types of demons
It was yesterday that they were applauding like dummies,
Cheering, hoping to be awarded with crumbs and pennies.
These zealous brothers are on fire, they are now deaf and crazy
at the end. Even patience has borders and boundaries
Where greedy, covetous and corrupt officials behave like evil yeasts.
Copyright © January 23, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I cursed at the bee -- as if unfairly stung --
With the taste of its honey still thick on my tongue.
Oh sweet poison: Hypocrisy. I can’t get my fill of you.
For it’s harder to do what I say I should
Than it is to say what I should do.
7/22/16
Entered in: Bite Size no.149 Poetry Contest
Football brings a people together,
A country's people unite,
And yet almost but not quite,
When race is a factor, hatred leads the fight,
A sport that supposedly brings together a nation,
Sure does like a bit of discrimination,
When a Black player scores -
The crowd roars,
When a Black player misses -
The crowd becomes malicious,
Fans become hypocrites,
And when the team needs support, all you hear is crickets,
Just racial remarks,
And racists embark,
To blame,
As an excuse to shame,
To hate -
And humiliate,
Black players who are the only reason their team is so great,
The Pious Wolf of the Parish
The candles in the parish hall sputtered, casting long, monstrous shadows against the stone walls. There sat Abid, cloaked in the sudden, sickening reverence of the townsfolk. He wore his piety like a freshly laundered shroud, his voice a low, honeyed venom as he pointed his finger at her.
"Wickedness," he whispered, and the word hung in the damp air like rot.
It was an old trap, a familiar nightmare. He had spun this web before, burying his own black deeds beneath a mountain of fabricated sins, all laid at her feet. Now, he sat enshrined among the elders, a wolf sheltered by the sheep, his past safely buried in the dark soil of their collective ignorance. He was the architect of her ruin, yet he sat immaculate in the glow of their unearned grace.
She opened her mouth to scream the truth, but the sound died in her throat. She looked at the blank, hollow eyes of the community. They were blind. They were deaf. The heavy silence of the room told her everything: her voice was dead to them, a ghost story they had already chosen to forget.
When ideas aren't too vivid,
feel the absence of clarity,
scatter despicable hypocrisy
into each howling wind;
dream only of greater things:
show disdain and be enraged
at uncivil behavior that stinks!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
into the howling, furious winds,
let them carry to a distant planet
further than the Moon, Saturn, or Mars;
save Humankind from this toxic dust:
deceitful tyrants deserve no pity!
Nowadays, kids don't have sound minds
with determined goals for success,
no excellent grades to impress;
their thoughts are influenced by demons.
When their jokes are arrogant and miss wit;
when their laughter is without delight,
it's a clear sign of an alliance that harms
their existence with a sudden obsession with disgust.
It might be too late to lay their path straight,
each effort can save them from a suicidal state!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
in that tumultuous sea
with raging waves and high winds,
it'll strike any shore without a dire warning;
let parents heed it and save their children,
so they can live life peacefully.
They say:
Savages.
Savages.
SA-VA-GES.
We say:
Hypocrites.
Hypocrites.
HYP-O-CRITES.
Moral olympics were never your event -
To participate,
In.
You don’t get a say -
When your words ooze with hypocrisy,
There is no democracy,
In the role you had to play,
In BLACK BRUTALITY.
You live in glass houses,
Throwing stones will break your walls of security,
You don’t get to call us savages -
When you, yourselves are defined by hypocrisy.
Superiority has never existed in your DNA,
When inferiority is the price you pay -
For generational jealousy
Your irrationality,
Blinds your capability -
To see,
The irony -
That the fingers you point, are facing your way
How to cope with shams without unveiling their pretences
As their masks of honesty don’t hide their real faces?
They keep feigning virtue and innocence.
But their humbug can’t gain our credence.
They can easily stab us in the back.
And change everything from white to black.
To push us out of the track
And put us on the rack.
Aims are achieved through conspiracy.
Promises are broken through inconstancy.
All is insincerity, deceit and fallacy.
Shame on fakes, symbols of hypocrisy!
Golden skyline burns,
ambition dressed as virtue —
dead smiles sharpened thin.
Compassion becomes rumor;
even kindness costs too much.
Two crows attempted a murder.
Said the one to the other, ‘caw!’
The second one lifted his streamlined head
and replied, ‘nevermore.’
‘You’re ravin’!’ croaked the first -
‘wrong of corvid - different poem.
You may as well be a Tennyson eagle,
living in a pleasure dome.
Get thee to a hemlock tree;
on your black, a dust of snow.
Inspect the crumbs and the farmer’s corn
and speak less than you know.
What corruption has passed your beak
to make you speak as you did before?
It’s absurd for a bird to talk.’
Quoth the second, ‘nevermore.’
The July 4th 1776
U.S. Declaration of Independence,
viewed by Abraham Lincoln
as the moral standard
to which the country should strive,
contains the quotation,
'All men are created equal,'
however, throughout his life,
George Washington, a Founding Father,
owned and managed over 577
enslaved people at Mount Vernon,
and still retained 123 slaves,
on his (4th March 1797) death,
some 20 years 4 months
after the country's birth.
He had decreed the unfortunates
were only to receive manumission
upon the (May 22nd 1802) demise
of his wife, the first 'First Lady', Martha,
who, acting partly out of fear
the individuals might hasten her death
to secure their freedom,
released them January 1st 1801.
Once, the 'Land of Opportunity',
now, known as, 'Land of the Free',
lie and deny from the top down...
it is, and always has been, the 'Land of Hypocrisy.'
It churns the pit of my stomach
that monsters who used to hide in caves
are now standing on the world stage
as ruling elites
preaching right and wrong to our faces
while they chew on the flesh of our children
and turn them into their playthings
in the darkest hour of hell.
Monsters that used to hide in caves
are the faces of masked morality…
and we’re still pretending not to see.
RITTENHOUSE NO HARM
HE CAME IN WITH A FIREARM
PRETTI BOUGHT THE FARM
Barack Obama*
enabled ICE enforcement
and nobody cared
Hypocrisy:the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform ~Oxford Languages
* 44th president of the United States from 2009 to 2017
They wanted to see him on trial
Some thought Hunter Biden was vile
The Art of the Deal
Means Trumpco can steal
Which MAGA will not reconcile
A rising tide lifts all boats yet not all enjoy the lift.
Some boats are in fact useless, abandoned
On the shore, and the tide only bringing more woe
Showing just how broken and hollow
They have become.
And in a world of such abundance
The shores clutter with such abandon
Lining streets and alleys, parks and plazas
Waiting for something vague and ill-defined
Hands out in passive supplication.
Last week the masses protested No Kings
And this they beg their masters
For the food they haven’t bothered to earn
Or save, unaware they are the victims
Of nothing but their own karmas.
Beggars rely upon the generosity of strangers
Or the redistribution of wealth
By the powers that be
Who steal for them
To keep the peace.
A master may beg as well, but being wise
With gratitude and equanimity
Knows it’s all good, but only for a moment.
While the fool views it all with a grasping mind
Thinking it will last forever.
Beggars, thieves and fools mix and mingle
In the marketplace, sometimes all in one,
But more often in different forms and roles.
Sharp and shiny suits or soiled and tattered rags
Are no proof of who is who.
(10/29/25)
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