Venezuela, You Are Not Alone A Lament of Solidarity and Shame
When our island trembled, cracked, and bled,
When Port-au-Prince became a grave for the dead, You stretched your hand across the Caribbean Sea, Venezuela, you remembered Haiti.
Petro Caribe flowed like liquid gold,
Billions entrusted, a future to behold.
Schools unbuilt, hospitals never raised,
While thieves in suits stood proud, unfazed.
Oh, you vultures draped in patriot's cloth!
You feasted on hope like a ravenous moth.
Where are the roads? The clinics? The lights?
Buried in Swiss accounts, hidden from sight.
You signed the papers with perfumed hands,
Then sold your people for foreign lands, Mansions in Miami, villas abroad,
While children starved, you thanked your god.
Shame on you, architects of despair!
You stole the bread, then knelt in prayer.
History will etch your names in disgrace,
A generation robbed, a nation erased.
Now Venezuela weeps beneath the weight,
And Haiti stands at sorrow's gate.
We cannot repay what was stolen away, But know this, hermanos: we remember today.
Our pockets are empty, looted and bare,
But our hearts cross oceans, our spirits are there.
For the hands that lifted us when we fell.
Venezuela, beloved, we wish you well.
Haiti will never forget.
Pierre Richard Raymond
June 28, 2026
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