Slave Revolt- Haiti
(Quatrains)




In Seventeen Ninety One
The victims of suppression
Fought off slavery and won,
Teaching masters a lesson.

It first started on the beach.
A man's freedom was denied.
He broke from his handler's reach,
When his brute strength was applied.

Evil winds will start to blow,
As slavery's taint rules the land,
A brooding strong black fellow
Left footprints on burning sand.

Blood ran down his machete,
Dragged along his broken chain,
Revenge emotions ready
For those hurdles that remain.

The local military
Was asleep in barrack's beds
With nightmares not as scary
As what's lurking just ahead.

While Creeping through the shadows
He cuts through a dozen throats,
With swift and silent knife blows
Every guardian he smots.

Goes over to the compound
Released all other slaves
Grabs weapons that lay around
All disburse to woods and caves.

Chaos all over Haiti
As Blanc leadership all died
Oppressed masses are set free
While established rule's defied

The reign of the Mulattos
when led by the Voodoo priests
Such as Dutty Boukman shows
Pent-up power was released.

Through bloody confrontation
The Haitian nation was born.
Beyond all expectations
Slavery's burden was foresworn.