Jamaica, land of wood and water; beautiful,
A paradise, nestled in the Caribbean.
Military base it became when Spain could not find gol'.
About sixteen fifty five Britain defeated Spain and
Invest did they in sugarcane cultivation,
Causing the slave trade to grow, lasting many years.
Abolition came; lack of amelioration.
Freedom-fighters, slaves, celebrated with loud cheers
In eighteen thirty eight with emancipation.
For Jamaica, it was time to think with vision,
Then in nineteen sixty two the Union Jack was replaced.
Yes, we got our own flag, was an independent nation,
Self governance; our constitution, democracy-based.
Indeed we have come a long way, we're proud and strong,
Xaymaca, "Out of Many", here's where I belong.
Sandra Elizabeth Williams
It is always Summer in Emancipation Park
It soothes the nerves and exercises the curves
Whether early in the morning or late at night
The well manicured lawn and flowers blooming bright
Seen through high gates opened wide from five o'clock
until late at night.
In the cool, calm morning atmosphere, we jog or walk
As we sweat and talk
Lovely space with signs of information
about the plants and flowers of beautification
The eye-catching fountain is noisy
And the unforgettable statues
Stand to provoke controversy.
Bush has ears and wall have eyes
Don't be surprised if everyone and everything is a spy
Omnipresence everything and everyone can see
Manifestation, thank you my Lord, our creator our thing but
Some a dem a tek your percepts fi a joke thing
Seeing is not always believing and nuh everything you hear you can believe
Nuff people can be deceiving, because dem want to have you as dem slave
Me and my people born in serving, and to my Lord Service is not a game
Some people are annoying, some people are just slow
But with the right teaching they all must grow
Life is not a play thing, the master has the keys
And all or most times when you pray to him must be on our knees
Interference can be disturbing, so remain focus and strive
And when you find my Lord you just found your lives
Not to worry about payment, hey with my Lord we have a fulgagement
Believe me everything inna di pipeline,
With my Lord, everything must be fine
For the righteous the jewels are oiling up
But for the wicked their bulbs so bust
Because I have seen the wicked spreading themselves like a green bay tree
Yet they pass away and lo! They was not
I try to find them but they could not be found
They just pass through to take up space and they all are just clowns
Omnipresent thank you creator a you pushes me further
All powerful as you should
My Lord my God my King a you a do everything
Omniscience a you a me daddy
You give, you take, you build, you break, you love, you hate
Thank you my Lord, my Creator, my king that now I am awake
Dwight R Poole