Live Together, Have Mercy!
By La Rédaction · Port-au-Prince
· 1 min read · Updated 24 April 2026
Translated from French — AI-assisted and reviewed by the editorial team. The French version is authoritative. Read the original · About our translation policy
Pity for all those who die of hunger,
for these outstretched hands that meet
only the wind and dust. Pity for mothers who hold
a silence heavier than a tomb,
and for children who sleep
only with broken dreams. Pity for the elderly who have counted
their days on pebbles,
and who have nothing left to give
but the fragile breath of a last hope. Pity for those who walk
from one country to another,
seeking bread, a glance,
a minute of humanity. Pity for my land itself,
exhausted from carrying our indifferences
like stones in its throat. And pity for us,
so rich in everything
but so poor in ourselves. Jean Venel Casséus
for these outstretched hands that meet
only the wind and dust. Pity for mothers who hold
a silence heavier than a tomb,
and for children who sleep
only with broken dreams. Pity for the elderly who have counted
their days on pebbles,
and who have nothing left to give
but the fragile breath of a last hope. Pity for those who walk
from one country to another,
seeking bread, a glance,
a minute of humanity. Pity for my land itself,
exhausted from carrying our indifferences
like stones in its throat. And pity for us,
so rich in everything
but so poor in ourselves. Jean Venel Casséus
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