You who had power to hurt and did none,
as per The Bard,
must be praised.
Like the sea,
wave after wave
you filled every space,
Champs-de-Mars,
Petion-ville and Delmas,
Cap-Haitian and Cayes
Gonaives and T-Gwav,
Jean-Rabel and Jacmel.
Some will paint us
uncouth
(I am, humbly, one of you).
They forget
that folks drowning in a lake
don’t look like those rambling by a stream.
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