Author’s Note: I’m going to try something a little out of the norm here. I wrote out an entire article in a traditional form for this post. However my notes are much more raw and visceral, so here they are, unedited. Please indulge me by reading this post while listening to the song posted above. My feeling is that this is the only way to talk about Haiti at this time, when so many of their people are suffering. Thank you.

-Shaun Booth

Will Aristide rise again from exile; those are comments I will leave for another post, for now rest uneasy kids because it’s a long night in a tough, huge world.

Somewhere silent children sob over their hunger and we seek only comfort in this country, but that is ok because we are all here only once.

We disregard their pleas out of paranoia, but that is ok because we eat well everyday and we cannot pay attention to mud eating pre-historic black people.

I guess they were born the same year as me but they just did not catch on. They did not get it, and that is their fault…somewhere a young American child feels sad for no reason.

Sad inevitable locust clouds surround the US on a level that I probably don’t understand (and yet regret), as I don’t understand a child eating 3 times a week as I eat three times a day.

Long in the distance I hear the voices of the future wishing shame on our children for the misgivings that we have brought about, long will the shadow cast that is the US over Haiti.

For since I can remember the UN soldiers cast the metaphorical stones in Haiti and the politico’s laugh and kiss ginger ale or whiskey in Georgetown while the innocents and the troops take a slug for slavery. But oh well, so it goes in the empire.

Somewhere deep in the plan I pray that the madness ends, soon I believe we will see the finish line.

We stand on the razor’s edge, as Somerset once put in the title, and we have failed. But is there a triumphant return from the cut in the cards? I think not kids, but prove me wrong.
Let whatever comes next, come quick and swift. We’re getting sad down here and many people suffer many things.

Haiti sits on our border starving and yet we focus on politics, celebrities and television. It’s an old argument but a great one.

We starve them with our comfort.
Will God turn a blind eye? I hope so, but I doubt it.

Dust cakes on soccer balls when American men barbeque and we fail to see the problem on this global earth, as it lies softly in the web of info.

In short Preval is a global banker shill, Aristide is the real deal and Slick Willy is a joke.

Sad longings, these writings are (I guess), from Stateside where I’m well feed and broke, pondering the sadness of the incomparable.