My Half-Country, My Third Of The Island

My third of the island, it is the blue sea It's the clear sky divided into two Oh! The proud palm trees of the Forefathers And the songs of the destitute unhappy roosters. My half-country, it's the craziness The ignorance, the dirty magic and the voodoo Where corruption is ubiquitous And the news always sad, deadly and noxious. In this country, where malodorous bedlams exist And dire suffering and impecunious misery persist Death threats are normal and real. Zombies control the street waves from the saddle We wonder if there will be a better tomorrow And who has the intelligence to create a new rainbow? Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.