Our Cyrano: Nou Pa Egare Poem by Hebert Logerie

Our Pinocchio
Our Abbott & Costello
Our Peter Pan
Our Tintin
Nou Pa Egare
We cannot be swayed
Our immature actor
Of bad nature
Nou pa egare
We have lost our way
We can find many words, countless ways
Especially adjectives to explain
His B.S., stupidities, and naïveté
Now, dear readers, his skin
Is now in jail. Our Machiavellian
Our parvenu, our big mouth is on the list
Of the accused. We laugh, we joke, and we wee wee
And we cry like marmosets
One wonders: where are the jewels
Luxurious cars, expensive gifts, and toys
Little Christmas Shoes
And summer tuxedos? Oh my God
How ignorant to be in the dens of the lions
Leopards and tigers! This dumb cretin
This bon vivant, of thirty-eight years of age
Is toxic and viral. He is sick, wicked, a menace
To himself and to our society. A narcissist
Is someone who has a mental deficiency
He will commit suicide just to be on the pedestal
He is always present as a small fascist, as a fake marshal
Who wants to lead. Flatterer and bragger par excellence
Oh, my golly! By miracle or by inadvertence
He is at the center of affairs, in the middle of things
Now, in the labyrinth of the roses
Nou pa egare
What a pleonasm! What a dichotomy!
Psychiatrists lament in the face of such madness
They ignore the fact that a few "madmen' are scattered
In the streets; they are everywhere in our society
Nou pa egare
This is really the opposite of reality
The fire is real, the drugs are real
The jewels are real, the cars are beautiful
And the handcuffs and shackles are also real
Many inks are cast and shed
To explain the harmful and naive behavior
Of more than a dozen who are on the reefs
Of the jailhouse. The public is waiting, expecting
Justice will take all its darn time
To find live proofs and dead evidence
Before pronouncing verdicts and sentences
This is how the big boys, the big countries do things
The public is in suspense. Bring the shrimps
The caviar, the roses, the bottles of champagne
For the prisoners who're locked up in the dungeons
Our Cyrano, our idiot
Our bouki, our Pinocchio
All are locked up like little puppies
No more comedy, no more funnies
One does not play with life
The jokes are no longer funny
The dummies are breathing silently
We are lost
We are lost
We are all fools: nou pa egare
We are idiots: nou pa egare.

P.S. This is a twisted story that many Haitians and others know about.
If you want to know more, please Google: "Nou pa egare".
This is happening now.

Copyright © October 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.