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A window into the reality and resiliency of an exploited culture and country- written in 2012 after a trip to Haiti

Submitted: November 19, 2017

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She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may shine

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

shrills

echo by

white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Robes

preach God’s word while

outside the church

life lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 

 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 


 

She rises with the sun

sets flame a fire of coal

smoke sends prayers

high to the heavens

above concrete walls

holding her prisoner,

protected from hungry hands

Impenetrable

by the strongest of light

a single open door

breathes freedom of cool morning air

Seven children to feed

rations of onion broth

plantains

Rich is she

whose fruit falls

from her tree

A village rises

in exquisite synchronicity-

beats the rhythm

cassava into flour

footsteps

following paths

of forefathers

into hills

whose roots

feed from the

blood of warriors

who fought, kept

seeds

passed through centuries-

food for the future

Hands dried

cracked

keep clean

and cleaner

the little you have

purification

reflection of soul

Bodies beaten

battered

tormented and sold

Pride

Dignity

Grace

hold these backs upright

‘til no more can stand

collapse ‘neath

the weight of the world

Here too

is your destiny

young one

no time

for childhood

No voice may complain

no tears be heard

Here life abandons

the weak

that others

may stand

Family

the bread of life

floats the wooden boats

weaves the fishing nets

for few small fish

that may remain

while

across the bay

tourists dine on plates

of plenty

the immeasurable

cost of which

can never be repaid.

Ignorance

the cost of

capitalistic greed

values pleasure

over life

What life remains

in these

hills of Haiti

chokes on

industrial air

cracks as we extract

starves as we export

the best of her fruits.

Blanc! Blanc!

Children’s elated

explanations

follow white skinned gringos

passing in arrogance

Innocent, hopeful eyes,

know not what we have stolen

Preaching God’s word while

outside the church

she lays suffering

in hunger

insatiable thirst

Who can teach

the meaning of sacrifice

but those whose

every breath

is a testament of faith -

for hell

is enduring

here

Under the eyes of God

she sets flame a fire of coal

sun sinks pink

pain of years

softened by clouds

embracing the dusk

voices of loved ones

speak through

timeless sky

They are re-united

with every

rising

and

falling

of the sun.


 

 



 


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