Din, Dem Come Again
Great Loa Ghede, god of the underworld, master of the
Dead
Unfetter the souls of the slaves
Give them back their macandals. Let them breathe
Din, dem come again
Sit on the shoulders of the pained
Whisper like saints, “Steady is the hand that
Aims for freedom.”
This land of thirst and blood is something more
It is promise, it is the hope for resurrection and
Miracles
Dem dead will rise again
Console the crying and the dispossessed
Give them water, hope, and love
Steady is the hand that aims for freedom
Toussaint, pray for the living
Pray for the dead and the soon to die
Rise; lead the souls of the cherished
Rise…
Lead the souls of the cherished