Poem of the week: Emancipendence - Keeping the dream alive
- Poem of the week - Emancipendence - Keeping the dream alive
The Transatlantic Passage
People packed tight like sausage
In 'hellholes' destined for our shores
Sold like cattle in the market
Depravity, no matter how you take it
Unbridled injustice to the core
The blood, sweat and tears, then shed
Is a national monument to the dead
Our ancestors whose memories remain fresh
And for those who fought and won
Freedom for their daughters and sons
Emancipendence with national pride we cherish
Therefore, as we seek to celebrate
Let us reflect and contemplate
on ways to keep the dream alive
And unite in the fight against oppression
And anything that would destabilise the nation
Remembering our heroes as onward, upward we strive
- Errington Johnson
- Dry Season
Cow neva know di use ah him tail 'til him lose it
Make friendly gestures
From lush green lawns
Lively palm trees
Try to capture a Kingstonian's heart
And then the season of heartache comes -
D R O O P
Green and gay
Dirty brown hues
In the midst of a city long blind to many woes
- Laveta Mead
- The drought
Everywhere there is the cry, drought, drought, drought.
Everywhere people are crying
When will this drought break
The heat is intense
Fires blaze on the hills
Fires blaze in the valleys
Transformers blow out in the middle of the day
Breaking news of fires blazing here and there
Endless appeal for the need of water
And the people lament
We need the rain
The firefighters do the job they are commissioned to do
It's not an easy task
- V. O. Ricketts
- DIVIDED: where is the independence?
Let the whole truth be told, like liquid nitrogen cold.
This truth is poisonous, fierce and burns like fire darts with a two-edged sword's pierce.
Someone once said to me "your race is worth nothing but cleaning my shoes."
I tempered my thoughts for a long time but it is now time to blow that fuse.
Truthfully, I don't even remember who you are or how you came into this existence.
Were you planned for? What! Are you the misfit victim of passion? The consequence!
So now you're seeking sympathy after those you worked for have left you high and dry?
We cannot help you, I am sorry. There is a morgue on the other side of the road, give it a try.
This is not about black or white, Jew or Greek; it is about you, you better watch your speech!
You think God does not read the thin lines that dissect the pretence of your teach?
Are you a lady or are you a gentleman? What should the world call you, human?
Don't bring more disgrace to the human race as you try to do us, you Martian!
'bout "I am praying for you." Keep your prayers for yourself and your tongue spitting evil like voodoo.
Send me one more letter and see if I don't make your hypocritical tears wetter!
O Lord, control my thoughts and console my heart as I seek to free my soul.
Divided we are and this is a spiritual war, forgive my venom nitrogen cold.
Many of us were left breathless, but I am not dead.
Look! You better pray, for if I don't kill you, God is going to remove your head.
All the lies you brainwash us with, having us study and fail your exams was dread.
But we are wiser now, stronger now, and smarter now; brace yourself, we are coming for you!
There is no repentance here, where is your insurance and welfare? Where are you?
There is no hiding? We refuse to be moved by your crying. Where is the preacher?
Preacher! Preacher, put on your regalia, it is time to bury this diabolical monster.
You are the king of history and I bet you remember the experience of titanic.
Some fifteen hundred people went in the water and only six were saved from it.
What was that, love or was it another blatant demonstration of your Gothic prejudice?
I said Titanic, who mentioned slave ships, who is talking about the crack of whips?
Now you getting me more upset, before this sun sets I pray you hit an iceberg and sink.
Yes, you made our poverty stink, you! You made our lives a living hell, 'a bet yu neva wink'!
Open your eyes and see the facts, you are worse to humanity than anthrax.
Where is the independence when all you have left us with is morbid indifference?
- Czedale Smallwood
- Butterfly Waitress
Nice girl; young, strong
with long midnight hair
that could strangle a man like me
bones already burdened by arthritis.
Still it was the butterfly
peeking from her black
satin skirt teeming with power
that scared me.
It seemed to fly so wantonly
across the pained eyes of plain women
and men tempted to try the goodies on her tray -
something a churchman like me couldn't handle.
So I watch and pray for my soul, lest my thoughts
grow flesh and send me to
a hell crawling with caterpillars.
I didn't tip her;
I grabbed the flickering moment
and escaped through
ticking, revolving doors.
- Shelly-Ann Harris
When things are going wrong
I pray that I'll be strong
And remain calm to fight on
Adversity, rejection, regrets
A lack of confidence
Feelings of despair
Crippled by fear
Yes, I've experienced them all
I've been there
Yet, I'm still here!
In my darkest hours
During my times of need
God is awesome indeed
No matter how dismal things are
I've been taken this far
He won't forsake me now
He raises me up after every fall
To stand tall through it all
By giving me resilience to bear
And keeping me grounded and aware
That's why I'm still here!
- S. Dionne Phillips