Enveloped in the heart of darkness, we swallow with our thoughts.
In which the nickname game was finally bought.
No more playing dumb, socialism is what they seek.
A new President by 2020.
A front, we ignore, people seemed confused.
By the time I finish this poem, I'll be done with my stew.
At first, it hurt, I can go on vacation.
Considering to become a citizen like I use to be Haitian.