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Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, das Land der Märtyrer Haiti, Haiti, das Land, das sie versklaven wollen Haiti, Haiti, tapferes Negerland
Ayiti, Ayiti, Ayiti, peyi dè Mati Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Gran Esklav Ayiti, Ayiti, Peyi Nèg Brav Yon Oazi ke zòt vle trayi.  
Haití, Haití, Haití, la Tierra de los MártiresHaití, Haití, la Tierra de los Primeros Libertadores
Haïti, Haïti, Haïti, la Terre des MartyrsHaïti, Haïti, le Pays des Grands EsclavesHaïti, Haïti, la Terre des Anciens BravesLa Terre que maints truands veulent trahir.
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Haití (Ayiti, Bohío, Quisqueya) Hace mucho tiempo Es un país secuestrado Antes del parto de las dañinas bayonetas
            Haiti (Ayiti, Bohio, Quisqueya, Saint-Domingue) Is a long ago Kidnapped country Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
Haïti, Un Pays Kidnappé   Haïti Est un pays Kidnappé, il y a belle lurette
This is not a recrudescence of racism In America or in the world, but rather A continuum of malfeasance, antagonism And hardcore cruelty of the systemic horror
We do not need to be president to helpWe do not need to be president to saveHaiti, who's experiencing a terrible momentWe do not need to seize the state coffer, all the money
Sie haben ihn erdrosselt Sie haben ihn erstickt Sie haben ihn geschlagen Sie haben ihn erwürgt Sie haben ihn erschossen
Ayiti Toma pap mouri Min Ayisyen ap mouriLa jounen kou nan nwitLa mizè fè mikalaouSe sa ki fè ke anpil nan yo fou.
Haiti rhymes with LIBERTY Which is the first step to proudly Hoist the slippery hills or climb the rocky Mountains of fairness and democracy.
It is a land of commotion It is a land of confusion It is a land of corruption It is a country of upside down now
Se yon peyi de galimachya Se yon peyi de konfizyon Se yon peyi de korypsyon Se yon peyi  de tèt anba kounye a Anpil moun blye sak te pase yè
Everybody desires something from our beloved Haiti.
Kite ChwètLa kriyeKite ChwètLa releSou tèt legliz laChwèt laPat manje pwaChwèt la enève nan syèllaGen twop vòlè, twopespyonPa gen manti ladan sa
On s’arrange, on part Puis, on dit au revoir Mais on ne quitte jamais le pays Les parents, les alliés et les amis On a des larmes aux yeux
We make arrangements, we leave Then we say goodbye But we never leave the country Parents, allies and friends We have tears in our eyes
Rompamos todas las cadenas Para llegar Tomemos los trenes Para llegar Debemos luchar por nuestros derechos
If I were the Great Leontyne Price I would be humming and singing with tears All over my sad cheeks and angry face Haiti, O Patria Mia, Haiti once the Pride
Greed is out,Yes, yes, let’s shout,Again and again:Greed is out.Let’s spout, let’s shout!Realized painAnd unrealized gainAre not taxable.Political contributionsAre not deductible.
Haiti By: Abbey Windham   They carry on Day after day The smiles on their faces As white as pearls from the roaring oceans Their homes are shambles Pieces of trash nailed together
My heart aches For the land that I barely know, For the people I've barely met, For the language I barely speak (Because I was there for a week).
Never before have I seen such joy, Joy in the midst of sorrow, In the midst of pain, Of poverty,
In the midst of it all: Part 2   In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days My mind can’t help but wander your way Anything could happen at anytime
In the midst of it all
I am from the rolling hills From the river filled with pebbles. I am from where the rooster crows From bleating goats to oinking pigs. (Even in the dark of night) I'm from outside my comfort zone.
Born in Idaho in the middle of December, but I was so little that I couldn't remember. To Texas we moved when I was but one, little did I know that it had only begun. I thought that I would stay there the rest of my life.
“Mommy, it’s getting dark!” his voice quivering, clinging to my skirt. No response. My pain was great though, I couldn’t help him. It pained him, that pains me.
Their eyes no longer blank As they had risen from concrete crumbles. In the burning heat of day And in the rituals of the night. Rushing through the strings of dirty tents Trying to find the ceaseless end
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