On my desk and my school notebook, I write the name of my homeland. On the walls of the Health Center of Doctor Henri Gérard DESGRANGES, I paint the portrait of my older brother who left too soon for eternity. The ruins of my family home, ravaged by a cursed earthquake, this sacred place where I let out my first cry of man into existence, look at me and no longer recognize me. Ah, memories haunt my thoughts in this month of September 2026, where in a corner of Florida I let myself contemplate a sweet blue sky teased by flakes of cloud. And suddenly, I received macabre and cruel news: highway bandits have just kidnapped a group of young people in Delmas 49 looking for their daily bread. What a contrast! In this universe where I stand, I witness a flight of birds. And in besieged and crucified Port-au-Prince, the cries of vultures of all colors reach me. Ah my Haiti of today, victim of the bad blows from all its grave diggers who have multiplied, particularly during the last 5 years of Transition 'where all is donated' (the infamous decree prayed by the nine members of the CPT to protect themselves from any legal prosecution) Our Haiti of today, our common good, calls for the contribution of all women and men concerned for its well-being so that together, all generations combined, we can cultivate a community where human warmth, love for others, the sense of sharing, the spirit of compassion and tolerance can be present. For the triumph of a republic founded on the rule of law and respect for laws, but also and especially respect for human life because as André Malraux rightly said, “A life is worth more than anything, but nothing is worth a life.” We must divorce from this culture <\/p>
that is morbid, to embrace a culture of joy of living. For this, Haitian society must bridge the gap between the “Haves and the Have-nots” by democratizing the private sector through the creation of small and medium enterprises and multiplying quality schools in the most remote corners of our departments. Youth of my country, more than ever, this piece of land too long martyred by its degenerate sons and daughters seeks your active cooperation for the emergence of a new mentality that is more supportive, less clannish, more generous, and more modern which can allow us to borrow the phrase from Paul Hazard, “All the French thought like Bossuet, suddenly they think like Voltaire.” And this will be a mental revolution capable of pulling us out of the dark medieval century into the century of light, embarking on the path of sustainable development. And it will be justice for those millions of children, women, and men who grow up in the arms of the sun and who are none other than the beautiful sons of Haiti. Youth of my country, with heads held high, WAKE UP! For “those who live are those who fight.” Youth of my country, in this season of turbulence, be the lookout who can help us avoid the same political shipwrecks. Our republic, too long in the bushes, needs fresh blood. Haitian politics must no longer continue to be a reward for violence, waste, and the systematic looting of the public treasure. The Haitian population has suffered too much. The republic needs to breathe so that finally the chrysanthemums become butterflies.<\/p>
