World Without Politics

World without politics

In Haiti

He invited us in for coffee

Sending his daughter to the market

To buy our supplies
Grandfather

While remonstrating about the truth and lies

Between first and third world countries
He stood me in his shoos

In Santo Domingo

He showered three times

With his long nose hair

As a welcome into his frugal lair

Rafael, your humility still stares me in the face

You overcame differences between culture and race

You are a man with amazing grace
Dressing me down with your dress up

In the Bahamas

His wife gave us bread

After he rode up drunk

On his bicycle

While we waited at the remote airport

All he could give was all his support

And a bed for the night
No name and his wife

We had no choice but to accept it

Without ever going back
To thank them
Beautiful people

In Zambia

With his macheted head

He still came to work

Even after voting for the wrong party

His enthusiasm matched the false start

Although his country was falling apart

I learned from his smile
Mateo

The distance of miracles is more than a mile
I remember you for your extemporaneous wile

In Colombia

His leg was shattered

That ten year old mattered

To me

In a life pretty much splattered

By a road accident

He knew what it all meant

And saved my life before it was spent

In a barrio, in the middle of the night

As the journey continued, I just held on tight
Andres
You little punk
I hope you're still alive