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Title: Over 200 Brave Years Post by: Yesayah on January 31, 2006, 11:55:16 AM Over 200 Brave Years (1.1.03)
The New Year arrives just for the giants And thousands of butterflies are uniting at the festival They bring with them tears of joy Ah, no one is lonely tonight! ‘Cause we told them many tales of the past And I hope you too are going to like this tale and make it last So please get ready, and let me begin. There is a far away place where only warriors live. One time in Dahomey, they were so happy Until they were tricked onto new grounds And since then, they began to fight to stay alive They fought thunder And exchanged blows with the harsh rain They fought heavy storms And many beasts and thieves They gave death to traitors and strangers And their only friends were the Voodoo drums and the sun Until Boukman handed them the blood They sipped every sip as if it was wine Tears of joy run down my face ‘Cause the giants stepped forward and picked up their swords O friends, the strangers’ bullets were flying like dust And there was no place on earth for fear in the giants’ hearts So they buried it under the earth, next to the moon And the moon became their only eyewitness! It too became like a slave And the trees rose tall like the giants They called upon our twin gods for peace O. Friends, this is not the end... The whole world was so glad To see us fast near the cross for two hundreds of years By God, my friends! This is our reason for being here Yes! We are the first on this side of the globe To celebrate 200 years of liberty This land is our Holy Land! Haiti is our Holy Land! (Yesayah!) Fania Simon, Author of "Poetry in Haiti" Title: Re: Over 200 Brave Years Post by: Yesayah on January 31, 2006, 12:04:21 PM Over 200 Brave Years (1.1.03) The New Year arrives just for the giants And thousands of butterflies are uniting at the festival They bring with them tears of joy Ah, no one is lonely tonight! ‘Cause we told them many tales of the past And I hope you too are going to like this tale and make it last So please get ready, and let me begin. There is a far away place where only warriors live. One time in Dahomey, they were so happy Until they were tricked onto new grounds And since then, they began to fight to stay alive They fought thunder And exchanged blows with the harsh rain They fought heavy storms And many beasts and thieves They gave death to traitors and strangers And their only friends were the Voodoo drums and the sun Until Boukman handed them the blood They sipped every sip as if it was wine Tears of joy run down my face ‘Cause the giants stepped forward and picked up their swords O friends, the strangers’ bullets were flying like dust And there was no place on earth for fear in the giants’ hearts So they buried it under the earth, next to the moon And the moon became their only eyewitness! It too became like a slave And the trees rose tall like the giants They called upon our twin gods for peace O. Friends, this is not the end... The whole world was so glad To see us fast near the cross for two hundreds of years By God, my friends! This is our reason for being here Yes! We are the first on this side of the globe To celebrate 200 years of liberty This land is our Holy Land! Haiti is our Holy Land! (Yesayah!) Fania Simon, Author of "Poetry in Haiti" |