MY FAIRYTALE LAND

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

THE VOICES THAT ARE NOT HEARD

On the highways, on the roadsides or byways echoed voices unheard.

Voices of those that mourn their own lives

Echoed through the hills, down the valleys;

Children doomed to physical, spiritual and emotional torment seek refuge.

On the mountains, inside deep caves, in dungeons, through alleyways, in the corridors, even down the halls

They are there those that mourn and thirst for justice.

They are poor in spirit, the afflicted of our Generation. The unconsidered souls that seek peace. They have been rejected, forgotten, abused, disturbed

But they are the Beautiful Children of Tomorrow. They are indeed the voices that are not heard…

Listen to them Today as they Praise God in A song of Rebirth and Hope

Written in the 2000s

MBM-Tine Brice