A Haitian Mansion over the CenturiesA Poem by An Enigmatic MystiqueThis is a poem about a fictional slave mansion that was built over a slave plantation during Haiti's early history. The poem talks about the mansion's history, from the Haitian Revolution until now.A plantation home is built on the
backs of slaves, in the colony of Saint " Domingue. A mansion with white " washed
walls, made with slavery’s backing. A mansion built on oppression,
laying on a foundation of black slaves. A mansion built on a slave trade
made by the colonial empires. A building built using the
enslaved, a practice justified through racial excuses. A building built around enslaved
blacks, who were only utilitarian uses. A building owned by white slave
owners and run by black servants who suffer abuses. A building created using the chains
of slavery, founded on the institution of oppression. A mansion built upon a plantation,
tended to by blacks in chains by a colonial institution. A plantation ruled by a colonial
nation, long justifying its racist views with false lies. A colonial nation believing that it
was their right to enslave those who owed them their lies. A colonial nation subservient to a
colonial empire, a political system of slavery. A colonial empire that enslaves
African tribes for profit, an empire’s act of human thievery. Eventually, this thievery was
dismantled, and the slaves’ chains were broken. A colony of slaves became a colony
of founding fathers, a founding of a new nation. A mansion once built to hold slaves
became a home for freed black men and women. A mansion once owned by the white
elite became a haven for those who found salvation. Those who were once chained were
now able to live on their own property, Many places which were once centers
of white tyranny, Became to black freed slaves a
place of prosperity. The mansions and the plantations
that served as their foundations became places of unity. Place of unity, for those who
fought to be free from the clutches of slavery’s chains. A mansion made for oppressors is
now made for freedom, but the darkness still remains. The mansion still contains the
darkness of slavery, which will always haunt Haiti’s history. But for now, this mansion is given
a new lease on life, like a new chapter in Haiti’s story. The Haitian mansion became a haven
for many strong " willed black farmers and nobles. As Haiti separated itself from its
colonial empire, it became strong and developed scruples. A nation founded on a slavery
revolt became a nation dedicated to its own independence. But soon, this proud island nation
soon found out it was still chained by its dependence. Haiti was on the rocks, knee " deep
in the debt left by the masters who first chained them. France sucked up money from Haiti, their
clutches deep into Haiti’s freedom. A mansion full of life, money, and
success began to fall into ruin and squalor. An island nation of freedom fell
into destitution, much of the Haitians’ horror. A mansion owned by the wealthiest
elite met its defeat, At the hands of poverty,
colonialism, and men who would not remove Haiti’s fetters. Haiti was forever bound to the
fetters of the nation’s masters. They struggled, they were freed,
but they were ultimately still a tool. A tool for colonial empires, who
played them for a fool. But the mansion was still alive,
still thriving despite the oppression. The mansion was home to Haiti’s best
officials, who prevented its condemnation. The mansion was a house of freedom,
a house of power, and a house of perseverance. It was a landmark of perseverance,
a fierce sword cutting down the chains of oppressors. A landmark that survived many a
slave revolt, many a revolution, and many horrors. Over the years, the mansion became
home to American soldiers. American possessed Haiti as a
state, making it home to America’s freedom fighters. A nation of freed slaves, enslaved
to a powerful nation of freedom. A kingdom of freedom, now a free
land’s puppet kingdom. A puppet to America, and a puppet
to the world large. A mansion that was no longer owned
by its people, but by those who are now in charge. After many a war, the mansion was
infested by despotism. Despotic Haitian officials took
hold of the mansion’s home for the fighters for freedom. A deranged tyrant, a Baron Samedi,
a practitioner of voodoo, he took over. To Haiti, he was the god of death,
a murderous madman, the underworld’s owner. A mansion of beauty became marred
by the madness of tyrants. Riots spread over Haiti, political
revolts raged, a free people’s rebellious rants. A mansion in turmoil, its windows
smashed in. Its hallways blown open by
violence, its wall caved in within. A tyrant and his son ruled a free
nation with an iron fist. From Baron Samedi to Baby Doc, a
dictatorial dynasty. Feeding upon the people of Haiti,
those who thought freedom should be their destiny. After years of tyranny, Haiti was
free, but damage was definitely done. A mansion home to the best of
Haiti, now a shell of itself, cooked by the sun. Its halls once full of life
centuries ago, now lifeless, and empty. A plantation of lifeless walls, a relic
of slavery. A relic of freedom’s revolt against
slavery, a symbol against the slaveries of tyranny. A relic of betrayal, of dictatorship,
an aftermath of many an atrocity. A historical fossil, a husk left
behind by a past better left buried. A home of the best and brightest,
those who fought for the enslaved to be freed. An Earthquake hit Haiti; cracks
opened in the earth. A mansion marred by violence, was
nearly destroyed by Gaia’s vicious girth. Humanitarian efforts came in, tried
to save whatever they could. But they wonder if they could fix a
broken land, if there were any options that would. A mansion full of life, gutted by
an earthquake’s seismic waves. A mansion barely salvaged by
humanitarians, desperately trying to save, What has not been destroyed by
Haiti’s tyranny, or geographical disasters. The mansion was still standing,
though it bore cracks and scars. A battered home of luxury, in a
battered island nation of luxury. A luxurious land brough to its
knees by political corruption and poverty. A free land of freed slaves, now
trying to salvage what matters. A land that succeeded in freeing
itself from its French masters. A land that was now in the chains
of its own masters, living manifestations, of the corruption that has rotted
Haiti from the inside out, committing vicious decimations. A land of great beauty rotting
within, a paradise wrought with chaos and madness. To see this beautiful mansion
driven to poverty, cracked and marred, gives off sadness. A mansion occupied by great
political officials, now occupied by the poor. A home for those who probably did
not have a home before, a hotel and a tour. A tour of a past relic, a beautiful
estate once owned by a generous elite. Now a broken home in a broken land,
a paradise that was once replete, With countless riches and a
beautiful landscape. Now it is a hellish place rife with
corruption and gangs, with its people trying to escape. A home for so many people, now home
to so much crime and destruction. A land of free men, freed slaves,
now driven to destitution. A mansion full of rich men, full of
prosperity and a place of freedom, equality, and unity. Now, a misshapen uninhabited
estate, home to good Samaritans who watch and see, As this great nation falls into
corruption, disunity, and poverty. Land of those who became free, home
of those rife with little money and political insecurity. But even a land which is broken
still harbors good, still harbors generosity. A derelict mansion is still home to
those fighting to survive, refugees in their own country. A struggling oasis in a vast sea of
crime, violence, and cruelty. This flickering light will stay,
will guide wayward souls to a better place. Maybe not a place full of rich
people, but a place to call home nonetheless, with a trace Of compassion and unity, the
compassion and unity that freed Haiti from its chains. All those years ago, a relic of
what remains, Of the Haitian Revolution, an event
that once fought for its people’s freedom. It may take years, but one day,
this mansion may herald a mighty kingdom. A historical landmark of a
prosperous Haiti. Full of men who were once in chains but fought for the right to be free. © 2023 An Enigmatic MystiqueAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2023 Last Updated on November 1, 2023 Tags: Haitian Revolution, Historical AuthorAn Enigmatic MystiqueBurnaby, BC, CanadaAboutI am a novice writer who enjoys writing short stories and poems. I like to explore imaginative concepts, as they allow me to explore interesting ideas. more..Writing
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