In Port-au-Prince’s vibrant streets,
Freedom’s voice echoes, sweet and neat.
But leaders’ betrayal cuts deep and wide,
Leaving scars that never subside.
With empty words, they deceive and lie,
Crushing hopes and silencing the cry.
Their hearts once beat for justice and right,
Now hardened, cold, in endless night.
Shame on those leaders, lost to greed,
Who sell their souls, and Haiti’s people bleed.
Their legacy is sorrow, pain, and shame,
A story told in Haiti’s endless flame.
Arise, brave Haitians, rise and claim,
Your rights, your dignity, your sacred name.
Demand justice, equality, and truth,
And cast aside those traitors of your youth.
In foreign lands, Haitians search for home,
But selfish leaders leave them to roam.
With every vote, a soul is sold,
To parties that ignore Haiti’s story untold.
Remember your heritage, your people’s cry,
Demand justice, equality, and rights on high.
Break free from chains of personal gain,
And stand for Haiti, her people’s pain.
Unite, organize, and take a stand,
With one voice, one heart, and one hand.
Mobilize, empower, and lead the way,
For a brighter Haiti, starting today.
Yet, true manifestation comes from within,
From the heart of warriors, brave and kin.
Those who fear not death, nor sacrifice,
Giving all for Haiti’s freedom, no price.
Their hearts ablaze, with courage true,
They fight for justice, for me and you.
No thought of reward, no expectation,
Only freedom’s call, their soul’s vibration.
Samuel Georges
