DIMPLES OF HAITI  Haiti,  stink of sweat smelling millet slavery and the scent of blood revolutions.  Slapped in the face with sanctions mud by hands under the influence  of imperialistic alcohol. A super-concoction of propaganda maize porridge and  Media yeast.  Waterfalls of anger washing away your freedom dimples  Handmaidens and mental epileptic waiters serving political syphilis in ideological cafes  Children smelling stale ideological urine and dirt diplomatic cocaine  Identities condomised with donor culture and sexual myopia  Baboons eating colors of your flag, munching apples of your freedom  Tongues kissing bottom streams of the state under the veil of democracy gospel  Haiti, my pen is a weapon of mass instruction, I see the spreading yellow York of the sun, gently falling over the darkness of your skin, yawning off the old skin of dust, Regaining the lost richness of your dimples.  ** DAWN OF…

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