Sound the horn of the Maroon,
My people have lost their voices,
Bring Jesus back to walk on water,
The bricks crushed my people’s legs.
Get a cup of water from River Babylon,
The dirt is biting my people’s faces,
Let Mohammed ascend to Heaven once more,
It’s dark, my people need His blessings.
Tell *Ceres to come plant a seed,
My people are starving, no food to eat,
Tell *Tlaloc to please shake the skies,
Rain drops, my people are thirsty.
Go tell this to the world, send them our cries-
The Earth has turned on their sister, little Haiti.
*Ceres-goddess of agriculture
*Tlaloc- Aztec rain god
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
Sound the horn of the Maroon,
My people have lost their voices,
Bring Jesus back to walk on water,
The bricks crushed my people’s legs.
Get a cup of water from River Babylon,
The dirt is biting my people’s faces,
Let Mohammed ascend to Heaven once more,
It’s dark, my people need His blessings.
Tell *Ceres to come plant a seed,
My people are starving, no food to eat,
Tell *Tlaloc to please shake the skies,
Rain drops, my people are thirsty.
Go tell this to the world, send them our cries-
The Earth has turned on their sister, little Haiti.
*Ceres-goddess of agriculture
*Tlaloc- Aztec rain god
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