Our People

It's a people who sees and who does not see It is a people who hears and who does not hear It's a people who speaks and who does not speak It's a people who feels and who does not feel It's a people who breathes and who does not breathe It's a people who sits and who does not sit down It is a people who suffers, endures, and who bleeds It is a people who is clean, dirty, and who bathes It is a people who is always happy, sad and in mourning It is a people who always wipes and polishes the coffins It is a rooster of exceptional quality that sings its miseries It is a porcelain doll that weeps profusely It is a people who lives and who dies silently It's a people that we cannot comprehend It's a people that they've tried a million times to sell It's a people that they forgot on the counter of the slaughterhouse It's a people that they strangled in the corners of the boulevards It's a people that they trampled in the vestibule of the church It is a people that they degraded on the rose room walls of the palace It's a people they humiliated on the steps of the auditorium It is a people that is vilified and insulted on the podium It's a people that is periodically looted by its corrupt children Our hungry people walk and run naked like the little boys in the streets Our people can never die or expire physically or spiritually Our people are like hibiscus, like the rose that is born yearly. Copyright © May 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.