Crises Upon Crises

Crises upon crises Mothers of all children are fainting Crises upon crises Misery upon misery My friends, there's no peace here Mothers are in crisis; we're all suffering Too much chaos, too much havoc Suffering upon suffering Too many crimes to solve and to crack Poets, writers, artists and journalists, grab pens Paintbrushes, pencils and microphones. This makes sense This ain't a movie. Serious stuff is happening not by chance This is an early spring Everyone must grab something To defend the homeland To defend the country To protect the ancestry To protect people and land Crises upon crises The country is not a showbiz We must respect our brothers And our sisters who're going crazy hungry In a country where the house rats are selling And backstabbing other house rats. This is a bad thing Our ancestors are unhappy where they're resting No, they are not dead, but their bones Hear us. And they are hurt by the ugly tones In existence. Our people are fed up and tired Of too many weapons in the streets. We're afraid Of being kidnapped because of insecurity That's spewing death in the country. We are tired Of seeing so much corruption and so many rotten politicians Criminal cops, unpatriotic citizens and murderers Yes, there are too many hypocrites and fake neighbors We are tired of so many old funky magicians That are mocking us and talking junk and trash Too many ghouls and bandits, too many crimes and old idiots Too many werewolves and cockroaches flying like kites or jets Sowing death, hate and terror in our nation We are freaking tired of so much corruption And prostitution. It seems there is no hope Oh! Brothers, we feel all crucified and tightly roped Nobody is at peace. Yes, we're complaining We're tired of the bloodsuckers that have nothing Good in their heads, yet they're in charge, in power Everything is up to us. We must raise our voices Against all the criminals. Yes, we have choices We must stand up against hatred, schism, violence and terror We must fight, we must vote for those who love our country And our people. We must practice togetherness and unity United, we're strong Divided, we're wrong Let's all shout and repeat this slogan again And again like a beautiful refrain. Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems