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Poetic letter

Celebrating May 1st!

For Labor Day in mirth
I offer you a bouquet of thrush
Let us to go to parades
Let us to proudly claim

Celebrating May 1st!

Sad story of Europe tormented
The soldiers firing into crowds hungry
Who asked, rights and agreements
To slow the pace of machinery of Taylor

Celebrating May 1st!

Close ranks, farmers, teachers
The active forces are not lazy
Signs of workers, union, unemployed
Find their first positions, with dexterity

Celebrating May 1st!

The time has come to a peaceful struggle
Against capitalist leaders, selfish
Proudly celebrate our Civic Holiday
Win fair rights for eternity.

By Joëlle Jean-Baptiste

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Poetic Letters & Arts

I kill my people, and my wife buys jewelry

I am a being, they say human
I have only the appearance,
I am a monster beating heart
Husband of a woman subject,
That struts shamelessly
In search of luxurious clothing and jewelry,

I lock up dissidents,

I kill my people

President of my oppressed people,
I want the press to be at my feet,
I have an indestructible power,
I do not tolerate opposition,
My ancestors were not so distant,
Stalin, Hitler did the same

I firmly gagged

I kill my people

I continue, crushing of my tanks, using the sniper
On children, daughters and brothers, who show
And their parents claiming that human rights
Of same, I might cut mercilessly
All souls unarmed through the streets,
Of same, draws on those that are buried,
I sows terror,

I kill my people

The woman I love, revolves around photographers,
Expense and frivolity, property
Dishonestly acquired from me,
The one I have drawn from the resources
And the flow of money and goods
That belong to my country,

Eager, I take it all,
I kill my people

I believe immortal, but the day will come,
Or the lights of truth and deliverance
Enlighten the people, I wanted to subject,
And as every period of history,
They will take pride in their freedom,
To make sacrifices,
The people will be free,
It already claims court,

They crush the little creature that I am,
Who thought he was great,
Sweep my abuse and my misdeeds,
Will place the evidence of my depravity and crime,
In the bed of justice that will be uncovered,
Hating my damned soul, and those relatives, complicit,

The people will be free
And choose his destiny.

For the oppressed peoples
By dictatorships ephemeral

Joëlle Jean Baptiste

Poetic letter

“Remember our childhood…”

1-
Remember …
Of our crazy races, with dancing,
Catching the dead leaves in fall,
Carried by gusts of wind,
Designed to draw them, in the folding.

2-
Remember…
With arms together, we did our punishment,
Perfectly mastering our multiplication,
Wiggling finger, for questioning,
Proud to learn a lesson, from our elders.

3-
Remember…
Of awards and prizes given school,
Offered on the platform of the sunny court,
Receiving a gift of beautiful books, blissful,
And a jealous eye, they received the winners.

4-
Remember…
Library, of roof sweet, pink,
Of encyclopedias, browsing the shelves,
With regarding, black and white, the pictures,
Happy to see them, eager to learn.

5-
Remember…
Happiness, coming out of the catechism,
Playing in the aisles of prisms,
Hidden among the thick bushes,
The church in sloping, with groves diffuse.

6-
Remember…
Our visits to the cemetery tombstones,
Placing bouquets of daisies and heather,
Unconscious and surprised to receive, after,
A downpour of rain, early, would defile them.

7-
Remember…
When we jumped the wall, illegal,
Pilfering ripe fruit from the orchard of our neighbor,
Guarded by an old, pointing strong, his cane,
Running, happy, overcoming the alarm.

8-
Remember…
In the woods, where we built a cabin,
The roof of leafy branches in vine,
Sleeping a night under a starry sky,
Jumping, to the sounds of hot July.

9-
Remember…
Of dinettes, to dolls, and swimmers,
Mimicking the actions of ingested food, laughing,
Taking our small porcelain cups,
And drinking, chatting pleasantly with quiet.

10-
Remember…
Scraps of wood and covers flexible
Where we were driving our cars invisible,
From the speed of an elbow,
Taking turns scented trails.

11-
Remember…
Walkways overlooking the city center party,
Which one descended with roller skating,
In barreling full speed, innocent of the danger,
Clinging to a plank, flush with the pavement.

12 -
Remember …
One day you’re gone, and I cried my friend,
I loved you so much, your sweet company,
You moved, bearing our wanderings,
Never shall I forget, our beautiful childhood.


Joëlle Jean Baptiste