I tiptoed my rage thorough a raindrops of emotions like a healer,
Trying to mend with strangled outcries -
Hanover rocks, and dreams are counted among the dead -
Morning rising over Hanover,
And the world takes pictures of our sorrow -
Charred bones and skulls and melted flesh
Feeding the news and the Internet.
Rocks, not to the rhythms of a bubbling mass
But to the pains of feet that slowly tap, tap.
It's a graveyard rock, rock,
Where loud explosions break the night
And mournful wailing on the rock .
I tiptoed my outcry into an air
Pregnant with fears and soundless agony,
Where tension's mounting Speechless twitches
And whispers holding vigil.
- Homer Sylvester
With outstretched arms and longing eyes
He looked out into the distance
But the world was blind to him
He was a child scorned
A menace to society
A sufferer lacking any commendable quality
Maggots filled his open sores
His face was blackened by soot
His eyes told the story of a sage deep in wonder
He commanded a ghastly air of precocity
With the constant torment of flies embedded in his reality
He is our child
The future of the nation
His small heart is the shelter for gigantic dreams
His tears signals the need for love, care and appreciation
With just the right opportunity
He could write lines like Marcus Garvey
Or lead great nations like His Majesty Haile Selassie
He is God's greatest gift to mankind
Though shaped by daily condescension
He can rise above any situation
This forgotten child of the nation.
- Sandrene Jackson
In our best interest
Take it as it is.
What can we change?
But to do the best for our children
really none of us asked to be Here, but by being here
We trust that the powers that be
Destined this passage in our best interest
Having a strong sense of reality
We loved a man once
Until he "gut" out de house
put ah gun at yuh head
HISTORY is put in perspective
"Better the ending than the beginning ..."
So silence, distrust, are not forms of malice
But a lesson well taught, the Ugly face of apartheid,
Haitian revolution unqualified, Learn the history of others
They don't take us seriously, They know of our cruelty to our own
Children barred from sitting Examinations, ruled against to a Place in
Our own universities,
Flagrant disrespect for the International convention of the Rights of the child
We are not even dynamic Enough to scam a programme to Just get their money
100 million is too little to go after
So the courts are overcrowded With limited personnel to try
We pat our backs about those Who "made" in unconcerned about expansion
To house the homeless
What will they who "made it" do?
They will meet after "graduation" an ungovernable system
And one in which they probably Will not achieve "employment"
They can't migrate nor will be "migrateable"
A Goliath of a problem! no wonder "it" suggested a cell
- Helen-Ann E. Wilkinson