My People Are Suffering And Dying… Poem by Hebert Logerie

My people are suffering. My brothers and sisters are being slaughtered,
Before dawn and throughout the thickness of the night.
My people are being persecuted, violated, and conquered;
Maimed and kidnapped, by innuendoes and by fright.

My people are being killed and exploited,
Under the bright light of the moon.
My people are being mistreated and humiliated,
Under the hellish glare of the sun,
In public,
In the Dominican Republic.

Who are my people? My people are the rejected ones
Of this society: the physically weak siblings,
Who don’t enjoy winters and springs;
The sad ones who are always under the guns.

My people will truly wake up one day,
Under the gleeful eyes of darkness.
My people will indeed rise up one day.
My people will plant the seeds of greatness and fairness.

My people will spray the aroma of LOVE
Everywhere.
My people will spread their wings like the dove,
Like a proud American eagle,
Like a fighting rebel
Everywhere.

My brothers and sisters are beautiful inside and out.
My people are patient like the hypnotized tiger.
The struggle has not been easy, the last bout
Will be ferocious in front of Mother Nature.

My people are steadfast, they will NEVER lose.
Strong and humiliated underdogs ALWAYS win;
They always beat the odds and the fools.
True Champions are always compassionate under the Sun.

Copyright© Revised November 28,2013, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”