Your beauty celebrated many moons ago.
Not just for your physical most probably, wealth.
They called you “Pearl of the Antilles,” chateaus.
Saint Dominigue your gem shine the West Indies.
Ships sailed in, ships float out of her harbours.
France became the envy, out came enemies
Your slaves entrapped, toiling for free, enslaved.
They cried, no one listened, revolted many days.
No caving, that freedom forever they craved.
The black and mulattoes called her Haiti.
So many claimed power, stability never.
Foreign involved – dictators, calamity.
Yet you – your memories call Ayiti.
“Land of high mountains,” Caribbean beauty.
One day, you will raise again, valiantly.
Whenever I read of the negatives of Haiti [which is much more than the positive], I always lament how an island so rich in times past became the poorest nation in the West Hemisphere. I believe that one day Haiti can climb those necessary steps back to stability and economic substance needed for a people’s survival. I chose the Ode form for structure, as away to celebrate Haiti. There are positives on a her shores, one day they will flow more freely to her lands. Strive on Haiti, strive on!