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Haiti, my country
Wounded mother I’ll never see
My family set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea

My never-born cousins haunt the nights of Duvalier
Nothing stops our spirits
Guns can’t kill what solders can’t see

In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go

All the stillborn form an army
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth

Haiti, never free, don’t be scared to ring the bell
Your kids are gone
In those days their blood was still warm

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