Another of Kouzen Zaka's songs was a sort of riddle, a form of oral literature loved by country people. Only a careful listener would have realized that it was the ravaged earth who spoke in this song:
M'malere, m'malere vre; Se defòm m'genyen. M'konnen m'malere, vre; Se defòm m'genyen M'malere, m'malere. Se pa achte m'achte; Se Bondye kreye-m malere. Moun-yo bale sou do mwen.
I'm unfortunate, I'm truly unfortunate; It's crippled I am.
M'malere, m'malere vre;
Se defòm m'genyen.
M'konnen m'malere, vre;
Se defòm m'genyen
M'malere, m'malere.
Se pa achte m'achte;
Se Bondye kreye-m malere.
Moun-yo bale sou do mwen.
I'm unfortunate, I'm truly unfortunate;
It's crippled I am.