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Pauvre peuple de nos pays
Pauvre peuple de chez nous
Pauvre peuple de partout
Pauvre peuple d’Haïti
Un peuple qui est pauvre, désorienté et fou
Je ne dirai plus 'pauvre Haïti'
Haïti est un pays plein de richesse
Haïti, un pays plein de ressources
Pour les autres
Haïti est un paradis et de bonnes sources
Pour les autres
Haïti est un pays plein d’hypocrisie
De peuples miséreux, misérables et de peines
Haïti est un lieu plein de traîtres et de haine
Haïti, Haïti ! Quelle ignominie !
Où ses dirigeants sont incompétents, mauvais et fous
Les jeunes d’Haïti n’ont pas de chance
A cause de ces faux leaders, et des laideurs avares sans sens
Quelle honte pour un peuple qui souvent a tant souffert
Les cimetières sont partout ainsi que les calvaires
Il y a tant de misère parce que les malandrins, les filous
Les hypocrites, les bandits, les fous et les crapules sont partout
C’est le pays où tant d’innocents meurent par les balles, par le fer
Par la haine, par l’hypocrisie, par la vengeance et par la misère
Quel saint doit-on invoquer pour ce peuple sans espoir
Pour nos frères et sœurs sans avenir qui meurent de désespoir ?
Quel Dieu sourd et saoulé doit-on prier pour sauver ces chrétiens
Qui lamentent, qui pleurent, qui crient et qui aboient comme des chiens ?
Quel mot doit-on utiliser pour muscler, dynamiser ce peuple affaibli
Et l’état qui existe malheureusement pour punir les victimes appauvris ?
Pauvre peuple de nos pays
Pauvre peuple de chez nous
Pauvre peuple de partout
Pauvre peuple d’Haïti
Pauvre peuple des États Unis.

P.S. Traduction de’ Poor People Of Our Countries’.

Copyright © Avril 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Poor people of our countries
Poor people everywhere
Poor people of Haiti
People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy
I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’
Haiti is a country full of wealth
Haiti, a country full of resources
For others
Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources
For others
Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy
Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples
Haiti is a place full of hatred and backstabbers
Haiti, Haiti! What a disgrace! Where its leaders are dumb, evil, and crazy
Haitian youth and young people are very unlucky
Because the false and fake leaders are greedy, ugly and senseless
What a shame for a people who have often suffered so much
The Cemeteries are everywhere, so are the Churches and the Calvaries
There is so much misery there because the thieves, the crooks
Hypocrites, henchmen, bandits, madmen, and scoundrels are everywhere
This is the country where too many innocent people die by bullets, by iron
By hatred, by hypocrisy, by revenge, by ignorance and by poverty
Which saint should we invoke for these hopeless people
For our brothers and sisters without a future who are dying of despair?
What deaf and drunken God should we pray to save the followers of Christ
Who lament, who weep, who scream, and who bark like dogs?
What word should we use to strengthen and energize these weakened people
And the state which unfortunately exists to punish the impoverished victims?
Poor people here where we are
Poor people of our countries
Poor people everywhere
Poor people of Haiti
Poor people of these United States.

P.S. Translation of ‘ Pauvre Peuple De Chez Nous, De Nos Pays’.

Copyright © April 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Mohsin Ahmad Apr 2
My puffed chest, full of (your) breath
Yet I Choke, yet I Suffocate.

Your hand in my hand, worlds entwined
Yet I Dream, yet I Fear.

Everything forgotten, in your embrace
Yet I Wander, yet I Fail.

Four meters destiny, clock tickling straight
Yet I Ignore, yet I Wait.

Everything's Dark, everything's great
Yet I see, yet I Bait.

I see It coming, I Run away
Yet It chases, yet It Wins.

Clutch my arm, and "me" above Fate
Oh my Darling, I Suffocate.
Yumi Apr 1
Dear god,
For all i have went through
I have no clue,
For why i have suffered
While not being heard,
You turned a blind eye
Letting my cries fade by,
You ignored my pleas
While i was on my knees,
Begging for you to take me
For which you never agree,
I wonder what i still have to see
In this world filled with misery.
What is love?
Oh, for me, it's a reflection.
Yes, a reflection of oneself.
It's a mirror that shows you the truth,
The meaning of real life.
It's a struggle filled with the puzzles of a loving heart.

Here, emotions burn, leaving ashes  behind.
An undying feeling, letting a soul wither.
The mind, an empty void is haunted by thousands of thoughts,
Ruining it with each passing second.
The feeling flows through each vein,
Like the sweetest nectar.

But once the same mirror breaks,
It becomes hard to breathe amid  millions of shattered pieces.
The heart forms scars that the soul fails to heal.
Here, the yearning comes to an end—
By a beautiful thing called love, which is a pure bliss, yet a complete misery.
What is life?
Is it the love we're getting?
Or the hatred that is burning?
Is it the darkness or the beautiful light that shines bright?

We all live here in this illusion,
Fantasizing about the warmth that we all crave the most.
We fear to touch the fire of love,
But still let ourselves burn in it.
Here, all of us fight for our loved ones,
But we fail to protect them.

In the end, a mysterious darkness comes and steals all the light from our life.
I wonder what it is?
And I finally realize that it is the end of our struggle, but yet the beautiful life.
The life which we all yearned for.
Yes, that same life which was nothing but a complete misery.
𝐴 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛,
𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑎,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑎.  

𝐴 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤.
𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦.  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛' 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦,
𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦.
𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦, 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑛' 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛' 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦.  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛' 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎.
𝑂𝑓 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛,
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡' 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛',
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛'  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑤,  
𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢'.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦,  
𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦
A melancholia of misery that one goes through throughout his life,
tis the burden that we carry.. till the end of our epoch and era's.. The weight of being alive.. the burden of being human..
Shelly Mar 13
I just wanna be free
Free from the misery

My walls are high
No one can reach me

Flying high above the mountains
Above all those in misery

I'm gone with the wind
Im gonna be free
Free from all the misery

- Shelly Ramos
Maria Mar 2
Once upon a time, there was a love.
She lived in a responsive heart.
That love grew up and blossomed as amazing flower.
And they had never ever lived apart.

That love lived really like in heaven.
Her life was careless just to the full.
But once he came! Her curse and misery!
And love began to fade in full.

He weaned that love from joke and smiling.
She stopped to look with open eyes.
He was her ****, her full obsession.
She was his captive, no otherwise.

So heart was suffering, love was dying.
There was no happiness in their mood.
And heart, inspite of pain and sorrows,
Just let the love to leave for good.

Since then the heart is fully empty.
The love is gone. Where’s she and how?
No love, no truth, no faith, no kindness.
No point to live from then to now…  

There was a love. And she was pure,
Unblemished, naïve and to all.
But you destroyed her white perfection.
You make her suffer just in full.
I offer you a ballad about love again. I always write about love, because it is love that fills my life. And yes, my love is not always happy and bright.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
Annie Feb 28
In 10 years from now
You’ll hear about my death

You’ll stand still for a while
Remembering how it felt

To be around me
To witness my vulnerability

You’ll remember it all
How I wanted to die young

My words will echo in your ears
The tears in my eyes

But it would be too late
To call my name and hear back

I’ld already be six feet underneath
But my body will still remember how it feels

10 years from now,
You’ll hear about my death

When you would have moved on
Settled in with someone

But you would never find me
Never find me ever again
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