What's Going On In The Hood?
And we correct ourselves
What's going on in our house?
In the streets and everywhere, there are dreggy wolves
Savagely attacking dogs, cats and even owls
Yet, are there still wacky werewolves?
Anyhow, the blood of the people is flowing in the sewers
In this country, we are disgusted with the evildoers
To stay there is like facing death and its fusty devils
This explains why the dead are always wrong
Since people coming to the northern outskirts
Rarely, if ever, feel the vibes of the mournful song
And the ornery bluff of remorse
We impose ourselves
Then we fulminate about the veils
Of hell. Our country is fear and horror
Of misfortune, hate, corruption and theft
Yet, we must be in full strength and ardor
Even in death.
P.S. Translation of the French poem: ‘Qu'Est-Ce Qui Se Passe Chez Nous? '
By The Poet Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.