What's Going On In The Hood?

One wonders One ponders One counters And we correct ourselves What's going on in our house? In the streets and everywhere, there are dreggy wolves Savagely attacking dogs, cats and even owls Yet, are there still wacky werewolves? Anyhow, the blood of the people is flowing in the sewers In this country, we are disgusted with the evildoers To stay there is like facing death and its fusty devils This explains why the dead are always wrong Since people coming to the northern outskirts Rarely, if ever, feel the vibes of the mournful song And the ornery bluff of remorse We wonder We impose ourselves We ponder Then we fulminate about the veils Of hell. Our country is fear and horror Of misfortune, hate, corruption and theft Yet, we must be in full strength and ardor Even in death. P.S. Translation of the French poem: ‘Qu'Est-Ce Qui Se Passe Chez Nous? ' By The Poet Hébert Logerie. Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.