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     Yesayah Newbie Poster Username: Yesayah Post Number: 11 Registered: 03-2006 Rating: N/A |
My Excellency, Emperors and Generals Dessalines, Machandal, L’ouverture, Christophe: Dear Beloved Offspring of fate; I plead my cause to you for I feel aged So you ought to listen to me when I speak! False witnesses are still rising against me! Ah! Like a demon, I still feel brave Even in their greater days I shall combat colonized graves O, my beloved offspring of fate! My children may come My children may go Surely they shall return home Hence, I shall remain strong on this mysterious soil I shall not fall! Fall? Oh no! Not like a cloud in heat Not like the sun facing night. God forbid. For I, Haiti, shall stand tough and face fear Ah! Don’t you know I still possess hidden powers? So, come again my beloved children! Together, we shall triumph in this vicious wind We shall shout. “We are Haiti! ...La Perle des Antilles!” And even if thy name shall no longer be fêted by our neighbors We shall never cave in We shall never leave our souls behind in their dust “...Behind in their dust?” No! Not even if life sanctions get tougher Not even if my children leave me breathing cool air in exile Not even if they cross this two-faced ocean and forget all about us Not even if the strange Bushes continue to plot against us Not even if hurricane David hits us all over again Not even if my neighbors can’t position themselves to salute us Not even if the hot sun never sleeps Not even if it scorches me to sleep I, Haiti shall salute them all with strong warrior voice But oh! May all those Bushes Lose their lodge in my ancestor’s secret Masonic path! Then, they shall only conspire with day at night And I shall stand bold against white and half-white flowers and shout, “Let there be real light!” And together, we shall see their true nature all over again We shall stand taller than their kingdom again We shall hold our spears in daylight And stand in the center of their world again Oh, they shall be afraid! For they know in their hearts We are the darkest pyramid from Africa land I, warrior Haiti, shall stay right here In this dust, in this heat, in this rage In this darkness, starting at six I, Haiti shall rise again, out of the serpent womb They shall never respond to my words Oh! How I longed to see my land excel! Thus, I shall stay Fidel to my Beloved Excellencies As we celebrate our 200 brave years (1804-2004)  |
