Leading a nation is the highest moral responsibility that only wise and temperate men ought to assume.
However, if a fool by trickery or deception succeeds in gaining power, he will soon lead his nation to its doom!
Demetrios Trifiatis
22 September 2026
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*Dear friends, this poem was inspired by Plato's Republic. From my postgraduate studies in philosophy, I know Plato's thoughts. Seeing what is happening in the world today, I recalled his words. I would love to hear your thoughts.
A HAIKU TO RESOILING OUR NATION
Seeds of hate cannot
Germinate in soils of love:
Let our soils be so:-
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’m judged by nation, and I can’ help smiling
Reading the sophistry that tells it isn’t so
Although it’s true, I can’t avoid assigning
To propositions that expose me as a foe
Who benefits from this, keeps it low key
Despite that Bible warning, people judge
Way bigger than they know, they do agree
To disagree about subjects that seem large
But I’m not judging in response, being detached
I have enough to deal with on my plate
Generalized, historisized and tribalized
I’m not that recognized for one’s sweet hate.
I AM SICK OF HEART
TRUMP TEARING NATION APART
ICE AND VOTES TO START
ADDRESS TO NATION
ALL HIS IMAGINATION
VOICE HIS FRUSTRATION
A parallel world
They fear the truth in this place
Ignorance is here
I wonder where these
scattered bones lead as ashen
moon above it all
guides our old nation in the
same direction as the wind.
A Nation That Failed Its Daughters
Teach girls to cover.
Teach girls to hide.
Teach girls to shrink
while predators stride.
Lock every door.
Bolt every gate.
Still mothers whisper,
"Don't come home late."
A child learns danger
before she learns trust.
A woman learns fear
because she must.
The guilty sleep.
The wounded weep.
The silence grows
so dark, so deep.
And every headline
asks what she wore,
while evil walks
straight through the door.
Not a monster.
Not a beast.
Just filthy men
the courts released.
A stain on faith.
A stain on law.
A stain on every
silent jaw.
How many children?
How many cries?
How many graves
before truth arrives?
A nation that fears
for its daughters at night
has failed long before
it claims to be right.
Conqueror, yours is no face
You’re a multiplied war bringer
As much as I love my place
Don’t expect I’d lift a finger
To protect my home and stuff
From your occupation
May you never get enough
Of your violation
Wars are well appreciated
Understood and criticized
The barbarians dictated
Their proud little mind
For so long, that it became
Kind of norm in this quagmire
But I wouldn’t play war game
Burn my life, enjoy the fire
Anyway I won’t concede
To the sinisterization
I belong to dying breed
To the human nation..
A nation is not the soil alone,
nor flags that dance in borrowed air;
it lives within the thoughts we own,
the silent truths we choose to wear.
Before the roads are carved in dust,
before the towers kiss the sky,
there grows a seed — belief or rust —
in how we live, in how we try.
Where minds are bent to quick reward,
and duty bows to selfish gain,
no law, no throne, no spoken word
can build what hearts will not sustain.
But where a people rise to say,
“The work is mine, the fault as well,”
there dawns the slow, enduring day
no force of night can truly quell.
A nation blooms from inward sight,
from discipline no eyes applaud;
for those who shape their minds aright
will one day shape the hand of God.
So seek not change in crowns alone,
nor wait for saviors dressed in might;
the truest power ever known
begins within the way we think.
For Mother-----Frances Demopoulos
The USA is a
nation of immigrants
It has been our strength
since the beginning
of this wonderful country
Even my mother came
from Greece when
she was only 5
and could only speak Greek
She was ridiculed by
the other students in
her class as she learned English
Immigrants have contributed
so much to this land
while building it
Why can't we give them
the respect that they deserve?
My grandfather brought his
family here for a better life
as so many
still do today
Glory of tandoori story or Brit palette whet reformer korma
Vindaloo or sag aloo woo you or coo crazy about jalfrezi
Gets hazy as things mesh came fresh from Bangladesh
Can’t naysay Indian takeaways most days top performer
Made for Brit eccentric never ever looked a bit authentic
Teach explore each region with its own locavore legion
Preach mountain ranges to cities and fountains changes
Neighbourhoods vocally hooked homegrown locally cooked
See wee chatty seller with natty chapati smothered in gee
Poms popadoms covered with mango glow aplomb or roti
Lentil dahl elemental or experimental flurry of curry in a hurry
Ask a fella stellar biryani actually Indian or factually Pakistani
p.s Oh and no argy bargy about the Raj but do so love a bhaji
Here is a deep reflection on our moral compass and the choices we make daily. In a culture that often blurs the lines between right and wrong, this scripture challenges us to seek clarity and truth. How frequently do we find ourselves influenced by societal norms that contradict our beliefs? The call to discernment is paramount; it compels us to examine our hearts and align our values with God’s Word. As we ponder the implications, let it serve as a guiding principle in our lives, encouraging us to uphold truth, discern good from evil, and be agents of change in a tumultuous world.
65.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don't nap
Dog's sitting there!
West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.
Asia's old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.
America's
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.
When the dog's free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future's not lost
New things explore.
Filipino –
The “World's Servant”
Role's important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
1.
Then the Lord said to my heart:
“Remember the covenant I made
with your ancestors.
Not in thunder,
not in palaces,
but on the roads of suffering
where the humble carried My light.”
2.
And I remembered.
I remembered Trubar,
whose words shaped our tongue
like a sculptor shapes stone.
I remembered martyrs
whose courage grew in the shadow
of tyrants and occupiers.
I remembered mothers
Who guarded faith
like a hidden treasure
beneath their aprons.
3.
It was not power that saved us.
It was fidelity.
Not armies,
but prayers whispered in barns,
rosaries slipped through weary fingers,
Lamps kept burning
when hope seemed foolish.
4.
So I answered the Lord:
“Renew in us that courage.
Let us not fear the night
nor the changes of this age.
Teach us to love without bitterness,
to speak truth without pride,
to hold fast without hatred.”
5.
And the Lord replied:
“My covenant is not broken.
Even if a nation sleeps,
I do not slumber.
I hold its heart in My hand
until it remembers to beat
in rhythm with My love.”
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