My Half-Country, My Third Of The Island Poem by Hebert Logerie

My third of the island, it is the blue sea
It's the clear sky divided into two
Oh! The proud palm trees of the Forefathers
And the songs of the destitute unhappy roosters.

My half-country, it's the craziness
The ignorance, the dirty magic and the voodoo
Where corruption is ubiquitous
And the news always sad, deadly and noxious.

In this country, where malodorous bedlams exist
And dire suffering and impecunious misery persist
Death threats are normal and real.

Zombies control the street waves from the saddle
We wonder if there will be a better tomorrow
And who has the intelligence to create a new rainbow?

Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.