They All Want To Sit On The Sweet Fluffy Chair Poem by Hebert Logerie

They All Want To Sit On The Sweet Fluffy Chair

They have no darn freaking skills
Yet, they don't want to give Haiti a chance
Nor do they know what to do
To lead a beautiful and great tropical country
That they don't like, that they hate
That they cannot give love, peace
Security, food and a better future
These sleeky criminal goons are defending their pockets, not Haiti
These shabby bozos are filling up their family pockets, not Haiti
Not the pockets of the people, not the suitcases of the Haitian people
That they despise. These crooks don't really like our people
They treat our people worse than their ugly dogs
These hypocrites don't really like Haiti
These shady blood thirsty vampires don't really like our dear country
They solely want blood, the sweet sweat of our people, damn power
And honey filled-up bone marrow of all Haitians, even the ones living abroad
Who are paying $1.50 for what? For what? These unskilled leaders don't like Haiti
These Uncle Tom scoundrels do not want to give our country a chance
These dastards do not want to give the country and our people
A tiny flaky chance to have a better life. Yes, the rocking chair is sweet and fluffy
Under the fat-assed ugly politicians. These corrupt thugs are hindrances
And barriers to the success of our Haitian people who are resilient
And who want to be treated as humans, as decent human beings
Not like garbage, trash, fourth class citizens in the Caribbean Sea
Why is there so much poverty and crimes in Haiti? We all know why, why
Look at the flea market of Croix Bosal and Mache Solomon?
Look at the makeshift markets everywhere? No more slaves on sale in Haiti
Look at the inhumane slums of Port-au-Prince and elsewhere
The Haitian people are not stupid, the people are not idiots
Look, and think and imagine and look again at the state of Haiti
Our people are suffering; our Haitian people are dying daily
We are tired of these old stupid governments
We are freaking tired. Our mothers and fathers are insanely sick and tired
We are tired of kidnapping, and a lot of vile crimes
We are crying and shouting. We have no choice to take our pens
Brushes and pencils to write, to draw, to denounce the devils
We must tell it like it is. Hell no, we must NOT be FREAKING afraid to speak
We must not be afraid to tell the bloody truth, the bloody freaking truth
There must be a big change in Haiti and we want it now
Things need to get better in Haiti and we want it now
No more bloodsuckers in power. Down with incompetence! Aba incompetence
Down with violence! Aba violence!
Every five years, every darn five years!
We must have a new president, a new dawn in Haiti
There must a new mandate every five holy years
According to the Mother Law of the land
Which is the Constitution. Aba! Aba! Down with all incompetent fools!
Aba! Aba! Down will all freaking corrupt politicians
Who want to trample and spit on the articles of the Constitution
Haiti is for all Haitians. Haiti is for all Haitians living abroad too
Haiti belongs to all our brothers. We love Haiti! Long live Haiti! Long live Haiti
Our dear country, our Haiti, our dear Homeland!
Haiti is always in our hearts. Haiti belongs to all our brothers and sisters.

P.S. This is a translation of the poem: " Se Yo Tout Ki Vle Chita Sou Chez Dous La"
By Hébert Logerie

Copyright © 4 February 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is an author who has published several books of poetry.