When drum beats sound off
All that had strayed reunite,
All that slept awaken.
The young, the old, the new and aged,
The reality and myth, all make up the whole
Of my fairytale….land
A breakthrough in history, a miracle
Prayers have been answered at last-
A new government develops
A better sense of democracy evolves
‘For The People’
No more injustice among brothers and
Sisters of the “One Blood”
No! God’s banner precedes the people as
Aristide maintain order within
Listen! The drums echo through the heaving hills, down the green valleys
Even asphalt roads quake at the sound of
Waking drums sending messages of rebirth within and throughout
Who dares enchain us now but He who made us?
Come brother, live with me in ecstasy and I will teach you the language of the drums
In my fairytale land
Written in 1990
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 