Port Au prince cane makers
Are unemployed.
The charcoal forests of Haiti
Barren.
Port Au prince cane makers
Are unemployed.
The charcoal forests of Haiti
Barren.
Five star rum,
And four dollar cokes,
Too expensive now.
Shell diving for quarters
Off seldom visiting ships,
Mostly gone.
Sunk and or drifting,
Washington Bar,
Closed or burnt out
From the riots there.
Port Au Prince Haiti,
Twenty five dollar annual income,
Lessened now by the cane makers loss.
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Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 15:02
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Are unemployed.
The charcoal forests of Haiti
Barren.
Cane Makers Plight
Port Au prince cane makers
Are unemployed.
The charcoal forests of Haiti
Barren.
Five star rum,
And four dollar cokes,
Too expensive now.
Shell diving for quarters
Off seldom visiting ships,
Mostly gone.
Sunk and or drifting,
Washington Bar,
Closed or burnt out
From the riots there.
Port Au Prince Haiti,
Twenty five dollar annual income,
Lessened now by the cane makers loss.
________________________________________
Poetry by W. Burkholder
Read 446 times
Written on 2007-03-01 at 15:02
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