Haiti, dark Hades

Haiti, dark Hades, stained with
historical sin of rebellion like Eve
who’s treachery condemned all women
forever to the pain of childbirth.
Forever marked disfavored in god’s eyes.
Into pain and suffering all are born
and from this all must be delivered
who are first brought to the Lord.

The poor you will always have with you
Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s
Destiny of the nation is manifest.
A slave ship new world anchorage.
“Free Trade” corporate coercion— work
for less than the cost of human reproduction.

Those on whom gods favor shines,
justified by faith alone, very soon
know the rapture comes and
it is their mission to salvage souls
as Christian soldiers go forth
rigid resolve in the face of infidel enemies
for every jihad, a crusade
for every natural disaster, a Relief,
an intervention in these rapturous times when
very soon now the King returns.

The oppressed wait with prayer and a grimace
but now is not the appointed time for their king.
Abducted from the palace by US Navy Seals
flown to a compromised African State
helplessly he waits in painful exile
humiliating to every patriot
profitable to the compradors.
The new occupation is subsidized
by a million colonial donations
medicine, food sacks, helicopters, guns
the police, Les Tonton Macoutes, endless Terror.

Now in the cover of chaos
strange are the ways of the Lord
from the streets of the ravaged city
the Lord brings them to their deliverance
“Suffer the little children to come unto me”
He has said and so shall it be done.
It is their mission to salvage souls
Haiti, dark Hades stained
with the blood of rapture’s destruction
your children are flown on Gabriel’s wings.

The Exodus across the mountains hits a glitch.
Detained, the saints claimed ignorance of the paperwork.
The poor you will always have with you
Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s
Suffer the little children
for each one brings a pretty price
to fund the salvation of souls
and the resurrection of the temple of the occupation.