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Waging Peace

Kerby Fleurine: Pain

Pain is the bloody red of a gun

                it’s the gun that destroys a country

                it’s the gun that leaves families homeless

                it’s the gun that brings pain to others


Pain is the black night that never ends

                it’s the night that we all fear

                it’s the night that we hide

                it’s the night that we cry out in anger


Haiti wants a place where children

can laugh and play without fear

where they can smell the freshly washed clothes

the wind brings, the smell of a mother’s baking

                the sweet smell of boiling sugar,

                and hear the chickens clucking

                or the sound of rain falling on the roof


Will I ever see love bloom again.

Will I ever see the sun shining

instead of Haiti’s dark night.



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