13th Feburary 2010
Hayti Yuh Hurt Meh
By Anderson Desir

In de dread beat ah de nite
Machete, stone and gun talk
In tie-tongue terror
In torrential rain
Choppin’ down de impoverished
People in de hills and mountains
Of dis Haytian earth.

Ah tell you…..
Dem deforested hills and mountains
Of dis black republic
Are still indomitably alive
Wid de sound of de sweetest
Drum and flute muzic,
Piped in the shole ah de
Westerb world.

In de height ah de nite,
Tonton macoute law reign supreme
Over inconoclasts and strugglers
For liberty and freedom
In de streets ah de historic places
Of the French Revolution,
As axe combine
To force bullet climb,
To kill ah nex mulatto conscience
Id de greatest bloody show
Of dastard pappyshow,
Since the cutlass stopped to ring
‘Pon story ground and became
The wielding substitute
For the guillotine.
Yes!
In de hurt ah de nite,
Moddas
And
Faddas
Cry for liberation
In transit.
Dey ‘ven take boat
An’ drown demselves
In desperation,
Wid little hope one day
That dey will be clothed
Again wide their skin.

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