HAITI ON MY MIND By Andre Austin I tell you Haiti they both will die, (Pat & Rush) Each one at the hand of his own brother. Their Deaths are near. There will be corpses everywhere, Corpses piled on corpses, men struck down By earthquake and concrete falling, and there will be mourning And wailing in the land of Haiti. Poorest city of Haiti, will be buried with them if no one heeds my words. Far better for Haiti That none of the brood of the Doc’s should live either In this land as citizens, let alone as kings and princes A father’s sacred curse possesses them; They will not destroy this city either, neither words of bigots. But because The good here outweighs the evil, one way out not between light man v dark man One way only, remain to us. What that Way is, it is not safe for me to say (pure love) And it will be bitter to those whom fate gives no heart The power to preserve the city of Haiti Comes from love from below and above. I’am in a rage.