Hebert Logerie (Haiti)
After The Boom
There is total silence
No offense, no defense
There are no mops
Dust covers the Sun
Dirt hovers over the Moon.
The unnatural eruption
The infernal demolition
Hell lives on Earth
Death sleeps on the turf
Children cannot wail
Adults cannot yell
The devils are present
God must be absent
Explosion is everywhere
This is too much to bear.
After the boom…
There is total silence.
Tear Down the Walls
That was a powerful statement
Made by a serious President.
These words changed the continents
And the whole world.
Those words made a lot of sense
To the young and the old.
That was back then,
Why now, more walls are being erected.
I guess, we, humans,
Never learned from our shortsighted
Experience due to selfishness,
Greed, hypocrisy, and weakness.
There is always a humane way
To encircle the heavens with your concrete walls
And your venomously man-made bay.
No matter how tall
Is your fence, you cannot stop the air
From traveling and twirling in the atmosphere.
You cannot stop the waves from caressing the shore.
You cannot stop the volcanoes from burning the floor.
All walls will come down one day.
All chiefs will return penniless to the alley
Of death, where vitam aeternam is a laughing matter;
When Mom speaks, you better listen to Mother.
Brother against brother, sister against sister,
Nation against nation, the universe belongs to my brother,
To my sister and to all of us; it does not matter
Where you were born,
The sound of the horn
Will disintegrate your soul when the time comes.
Please tear down the walls and plant colorful mums.
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