Open the way for English rule
European Labour, Indentured Servants
Immigrants fill our shores
Servile Labour, Scorching sun
None or few Holidays
Chattel, Fortune, Abuse
Poking fun Backra Master
The road was hard and rocky
The hills hard to climb
Jamaica 21 - Big celebration
Denbigh Show, May Pen
Colourful scenes, Revival in the air
A new atmosphere, A new approach, A new destiny
2012 - Year of Jubilee
Year of Liberty
Year of accomplishment
Weaned from Mother England
Physically, Socially, Mentally, Emotionally
Free from slavery of all hues
Free to become
'Tis the 50 year Independence Jubilee
An' Jamaica celebrate!
Wat a time in our history.
We've come a far way
Regardless of what anyone may say
Our sons and daughters -
They have excelled
On the world's stage
In the sports arena
We are supreme!
In the classroom,
We've shown our brilliance!
And our music is world class!
No more in chains!
But Bob Marley reminds us in song:
"Only we can free ourselves from mental slavery."
We're a charismatic and dynamic people,
A proud people,
Who have always stood up for our rights,
As Bob Marley intones.
A conscious people
We've often led the way forward
We likkle but wi tallawah
It all began with our heroes -
Let's not forget it!
Freedom fighters -
They never gave up
Even dying for the cause.
- Sisiline Perkins
Popcorn seller: "Bus ah load
wait on de procedure, put yuh bag down
but yuh can't teck up seat yet... "
Aunt Icil from St Thomas with her perfect British accent on the way to the West ...
Juke box blasting ..." Dis is de land of my birth ..."
not my hurt ...
We sey we want to see Bogle Statue on another trip
she sey she hear sey people of unsound
mind behead it
after Bogle march
on Stony Gut
hot stone, gut
empty, Bogle yuh
We hope soon the Proper face
of Bogle is reinstated
along with conspirator George
But George look how we live to see dem name
Parliament House after yuh
Like Munroe who tek whip on his back for Worker's rights
dat's why him ah lead integrity
..."The Stone de Builder refuse
become the Chief corner stone"
Bogle yuh evolve
to popular dance
and yet dem lights out the dancer
"Sell Marcus Garvey"... fi gravy on de rice ... not so nice ...
Ah so de hiss diss go
Thy Kingdom come ... Thy Will be done ...
"Bum, ... Bum, Bum, Bum ... It's Festival ..."
We ah ovacome Mount Ras, Sah
in the Valley of
no railing on most
precarious turns ...
"Oh Cheerio, Cheerio Baby"
We reach we destination
ackee and pork
with yellow heart breadfruit
Falmouth, Trelawny de beautiful
we see three foot goat
Rooster wake me
Pick guinep straight off de tree at Uncle House
beach with Tourist ...
Misses when yuh get a sea bath
just about anything....
we must do best for de visitors
So that when we go we can have a
good time ... "BUM, ... BA BA BUM BUM ..."
We drive back
beautiful bush all around
road block up
climbing again through Fern Gully
soon in Spain Town
"... Put yuh hand in the air and Praise Him ..."
We are alive!
God journeys with us
in the belly of our land
we put our lives in
who know the
turns of the roads
and give us
even at night
We have enough
more than enough ...
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
Remember the year nineteen sixty and two
To Independence, Jamaica said," I do".
Soaring high was the black, green and gold,
Yes, we little but we tallawah and bold.
Garvey, Manley, Bogle, Gordon, Busta, Nanny and Sharpe
These freedom fighters indeed worked very hard.
Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey
All became united, yes everything curry.
From Whites, Chinese to Indians to our very own ebony,
Yes 'Out of Many, We are One'.
The warmth of our people is much evident; yes they are the kindest,
Even our athletes are considered among the finest.
Jamaicans in the diaspora, far and near,
On a mission with a vision, this little island they hold dear.
Blessed by the Eternal Father up above,
Jamaica, Jamaica, land we love.
Jamaica, land of wood and water
Colonisation was abound but Independence, we rather.
Ska, mento, and reggae tun up loud,
Jamaica, Jamaica, fifty and proud.
- Marlene Beeche
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