Revolution #193, February 21, 2010
Song for Haiti
That’s our blood down there
on Tap Taps, pink, yellow, green
That’s our blood down there
on lilting music laced with screams
That’s our blood down there
on sneakers sticking out of piled roof beams
That’s our blood down there
on workers entombed with their machines
That’s our blood down there
on the stench of burning flesh and gasoline
That’s our blood down there
on statues of Toussaint and Dessalines
That’s our blood down there
on children under guns of the marines
That’s our blood down there
in Haiti, Iraq or New Orleans
That’s our blood down there
on the Empire’s lies and schemes
That’s our blood down there
we must not give up our dreams
of revolution,
a world fit for human beings.
That’s our blood down there
on the palm trees and the sea.
Sa se san nou anba-a*
in the name of humanity.
This poem was sent to Revolution by a reader
* "That’s our blood down there" in Kreyol.
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