Hebert Logerie Poems

Countless corrupt imbeciles are running many countries
Impoverished teenagers are making unwanted babies
Peasants are fleeing the countryside seeking opportunities
And our elders are too weak, too frail to cultivate the land.
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Tu sais qui tu es
Avec moi-même, je suis en guerre
Je ne suis pas en paix
Tu me manques, chérie
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La corrupción generalmente comienza
Con un pequeño favor del corazón
Para un conocido, un amigo, una hermana
Un compañero de escuela o un miembro de la familia.
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Ne pleure pas, ne pleure pas, mon amour
Si tu pleures tes larmes vont m'étrangler
Si ti pleures tes sanglots vont me noyer
Dans l'abime des émotions. Au secours
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Love sometimes behaves like a furious lion.
Love is a sad and sorry chameleon,
Which can change at any moment,
Like the wind and the waves of the ocean.
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There is a little town named Ferguson
In the USA, it does not rhyme
With neither Iraq, nor Afghanistan;
That would be a crime
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J'étais un bambin,
Quand ces criminels crétins
Ont envahi bourgs et villes,
Notamment, celle de Jérémie.
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Today is blessed; the sun is shining for your birthday.
The sky appears bright, blue, white and very happy.
This is spectacular! The birds are enjoying this heavenly day.
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Le soleil brille ce matin béni par Dieu pour ta fête.
Le ciel apparaît clair, bleu, blanc et très content.
C'est spectaculaire! Les oiseaux font leurs pirouettes.
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Suicide is not a panacea.
It is a seriously deadly faux pas.
Love yourself and others.
Kiss yourself and the flowers.
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