The land of many waters is my forever Guyana

Sandwiched betweenBrazilandVenezuela

Also called the land of six peoples

Although some behave like weevils

Including the Blacks and Indians

And our neglected Amerindians

We live on the flat coastlands

From Point Playa to Springlands

Mesmerized by racial politics

Still using the race card tricks

It appears as if we’re bloody cursed

With some of us stuck in reverse

Just to stay sober and keep alive

Whilst some are in forward drive

Some myopic and so stubborn

Some hope for newborn morn

MyGuyanais Raleigh, Sir Walter

The fearless Elizabethan explorer

He sailed up theOrinoco

Hoping to find El Dorado

Around campfires his saga is told

How he came looking for our gold

Dr.Walter Rodney is in My Guyana

The stalwart historian, and teacher

He cleansed their eyes of many from boo-boo

And on Bent Streethe met his tragic Waterloo

MyGuyanais Cheddi Jagan

Who showed the world he can

After 28 years in the opposition

To the infamous Machiavellian

He found peace and sanity

And brought back democracy

Eventually we got independence

After bitter struggle so immense

With Forbes Burnham the dictator

Who became misguided later

But I’m thankful to that Kabaka

When I couldn’t take the pressure

I leftGuyanaand came to theUSA

And then later settled inCanada

MyGuyanais cricket also man!

With Basil Butcher and Soloman

The star batsmen from Berbice

WhenGuyanawas at real peace

Rohan Kanhai in cricket held the spot

With his famous falling hook shot

Who sometimes unfortunately ran out of luck

An overnight’s batsman got bowled for a duck

This wasn’t for his fans a very good scene

Much to the chagrin of the whole Corentyne

MyGuyanais Ted Braithwaite as a teacher

With his novel, To Sir with Love as a writer

Sydney Poiter’s portrayal of kids bad and loud

Ted’s English experience made us very proud

 It also includes JWChinapen teacher and artist

His Albion Wilds at that time ‘twas the best

And not forgetting the late great dynamic

Revealing to us of politicians so slick

He turned the darkness into light

Martin Carter’s poems were right

With his Poems of Resistance so powerful

Uniting a people and making it so crystal

Who literally planted the struggle and need

To fight bad politics, racialism and greed

MyGuyanais honored to have great boons

The likes of the lordly Cedric Vernon Nunes

And the wisdom of the late J R Butchey

Teacher and councilor with humility

Philip Moore our famous artist

His art was on all visitor’s list

With his art and sculpture so unique

Making Guyanareached its peak

What wouldGuyanabe great Scot!

Without Stalwarts like Derek Walcot

The Daybydeens, Bhagwandin a fine man

Indomitable A J Seymour, Clem Seecharan

  Nesbit Changur country western singer

Whose Tain the Beginning a bestseller

Made us laugh and cry some in shock

That we’re alive through all that havoc

So when you are being political

Sowing seeds of distrust so hateful

Joining the highbrows helping

To divide us and keep on ruling

Better know that fellow man we are

A good people who never think of war

In small towns and tiny villages 

Enjoying the same sea breezes

Once were never divided living like chums

Not by race or politics or bully hoodlums

MyGuyanais for all the six major races

The Amerindians who made the first traces

The sons and daughters of the blacks

Who came after camouflaged attacks

Of the slaves uprooted fromAfrica

To build the plantations of the bakrah

And the East Indians shipped fromIndia

These are the people who madeGuyana

These coolies really deserve our cheers

What it is today built by these pioneers

And they all have a democratic right

To govern peacefully in this fight

In myGuyanayou positively move forward

Throw off our shackles but keep up our guard

Stop and think not of the race card game

And neither the old ever blame game

About the past we cant do anything

But from it we can learn something

Take the good dump the negative

And move forward think positive

Like when we wereBritish Guiana

When we fought the bad bakrah

We thought bad things would cease

And all the races would live in peace

When all the religions were respected

Not where some men were subjected

When we all used to work together

Played and laughed with one another

And sometimes loved each other

Yes that’s my kind ofGuyana


                        MyGuyana belongs to the farmers

            The cane cutters and pork knockers

            Even the contentious civil servants

            Able Policeman and good soldiers

Firemen, road gangs pupils and teachers

MyGuyanais not for the choke and robbers

Who steal from the poor in this broil

Eking out a living in the hustle and toil

 Wearing fat gold chains on their chests

And mocking proudly resisting arrests

            MyGuyanahas no place for ideological asses

            Far removed from the welfare of the masses

            Bureaucratic hypocritical pencil pushers

And streams of no good paper shufflers

            Partying or being entertained by voodoos

            As the citizens are crying in long queues


I’m a Guyanese and love me duff and cassava

I was born at Nabaclis village in Demerara

Lived in BushLot, West Coast Berbice

I still relish my black-eye rice and peas

I can still lash down my dholl, rice and bhajee

And I’m king for the day with a good metagee

And still love my juicy Buxton spice mango

Firstly worked at Anna Regina inEssequibo

            I seldom complain and or fret

And damn proud of it you bet

My Grandfather’s bones are sadly buried

Very far from where he once got married

There he died searching for gold

Seeking a better life for his fold

In the heartland of rough Kurupung region

Where he made his final gold bastion

My great, great grandfather, a seer

Was a prince from richKashmir

I’m a real Brahmin by birth

But I fly low near the earth

My friends are from all races and creed

I judge a man by his words and deed

And not by his past politics

But by his actions and antics

I’m getting there actually but I know

One day I will live to see our show

When Guyanese think like me

Not as a black or a damn coolie

            But as one nation with one destiny

Living in sweet peace and harmony.


Addendum to MY GUYANA


After reading here about much hate  

I have to stave off this racial spate

MyGuyanaincludes Indian music and calypso

OfRaviShankar, Rafi, Mukesh and Sudar Popo

It’s Indian music at an East Indian wedding

Where Indians and blacks are dancing

And if you think Indians can dance really

To Indian or tassa music or hot chatney

You never see blacks wine down with Nanee Wine

Putting Indians to shame but all at that time is fine

It’s a cultural thing from far awayAfrica?

Or the missing link that can healGuyana?

MyGuyanaof course for sure is not one when

Some black bandits cut off the hair of our women

After they robbed them of all their life savings

After their usual molesting, raping and burnings

This is violent racial hatred and so very shameful

And one wonders if it’s not Xenophobia so hateful

One must not forget what happened inWismarman!

With Burnham’s catastrophic genocidal X-13plan

Yet by other blacks it was never condemned

But they turn their faces or are just numbed

Or pretend not to notice these racial evils

Committed by their folks all be it devils

MyGuyanais for who can stand up and be counted

Tell the molesters to stop or they would be dented

When wrongs are done to any other race

By those who talk nice before your face

When advantages are done to the mass

When eye-pass become rass-pass

When we can go back to the days

Of yore of Live and let live ways

When the villages were mixed with all peoples

By folks with churches with their own steeples

By both major races and all religion

Be itKrishna, Allah, Christ, orZion

Living and working together brother

Which we used to call one another

Feeding from your pot and giving shelter

Even for the kids doing the usual sleepover

Not when night comes run for cover

From bullets coming like a shower

But as sure as the morning sun rises

After the pundits’ analyses and surmises

My dreams one day will come true eventually

And finally we will be able to sleep peacefully

You can take that to the banks 

And say nothing but thanks


Yea! That’s myGuyana






Sometimes it’s not so smooth
But very rude and very crude
Saying, “pollute me and you’ll see”?
And woe unto evil man’s hypocrisy
I will send my tsunamis far up
From your coast to your hill top
Then next I’m calm with the children
And allow others to be able fishermen
Or deliver a message to a lover or girl
In a bottle the other side of the worl’

Like a mother my vast oceans feed
Mankind with her crustaceous need
Man has polluted Mother earth already
With their poison belching machinery
He’s trying to do the same with ease
With the five oceans and many seas
His oil spills are all over
As innocent sea-life cower
Trying to float and lick
Off the black thick slick

He’s destroys everything he gets
Turtles caught in old gill nets
Sharks got tangled in fishing gear
And man continues without any fear
Man has no pity and makes no apology
For killing off the weed eating manatee
He uses the oceans like a slump
For his own waste disposal dump
Bottles, cans the bloody plastic he can’t keep
He let it go down, float and some go very deep

My rough waters as in Katrina
As you have seen in Louisiana
I showed man he can’t escape from his sins
I did went berserk and raised his old coffins
They blamed it on Bush and Katrina
But it was the wrath of Mother Nature
So many time and time again
I show man he’s going insane
Show respect to my land
Or you will join the band

A paradise to beachcombers who find heir goods
Treasure of shells, stones, coins and hard woods
Which get preserved with the salt water
And become more expensive and better
Like the greenheart packed in blocks
Are used for our wharves and docks
In seawater they become more sturdy
And ideal for uses in places watery
You have deforested the trees to build your cities
And your experts and pencil pushers show your frailties

The waters of the oceans and seas
Give life to boaters and shippers
Is Mother Nature’s switch
A fail safe to prevent a hitch
Most or all the Riverian farms rely on this
Without my tides there would be no bliss

Some of us feel we have the right
Do anything cause we have might
Like our present financial depression
Like we did with our global pollution
Now we have a punctured ozone layer
And now we suffer with bad weather
We belittle the melting of the ice-cap
And end up with a very bad severe rap

Now we have unforeseen flooding
Losing crops due to weather changing
Death and destruction of our vital flora
Eruption of new viruses and extinct fauna
We are in dire need
Or else we’ll bleed
Better husbandry to value life’s worth
And protecting life here on this earth
Or we’ll go the same way without a word
Just like some frogs and the do do bird

PS.I wrote this a year ago this is an ode to the Japanese earthquake/tsunami a
few days ago. We have to respect and don’t tamper with Mother nature.



You say doomed
They say doomed
The sky is falling
The aliens are coming
Yet we send robots to Mars
To view the skyline
Not a giraffe in sight
What are we to believe
These neophytes with new toys
Hee hawing over nothingness

Everyone cutting back
Downsizing economizing
To take up the slack
Right down to your scrotum
Penny wise and pound foolish
Amidst this humdrum
Some is get very rich
Our pride our nuclear plants
Now hunting grounds
For another Love Canal?

We are going
Down the tubes
Like the other
Fallen civilizations
We have forgotten
Why we are here
We are being insulted
The Baby Boomers failed
They became warped
With the drugs taken
In Woodstock in the 60’s

Look at the results
Bre-X scandals
Robbing the poor
In broad daylight
And get away with it
Bankruptcies and walk away
Corrupt governments
At all levels then
Walk away with fat pensions
Taxed thc consumer to the hilt
And walk away

We are weak and heavy laden
With the niceties of life
We do not want
To rock the boat
But the house is falling
Its easy to walk away
And pass the buck
Let someone else get IT
We smile and sneer
Like hypocrites
Ready to jeer
But don’t have the balls
To stand up and fight

The baby boomers have
Created a bunch of
Misfits and weaklings
They maybe straight
But can’t administrate
Its sad they sound bad
But we’ve all been had
Losers! Oh Suckers!!
It will take a messiah I guess
To get us out of this mess

How long are we
To look the other way
And let these
Constipated dirty nailed
Pot bellied bandits
Rob our kids
Of their inherited rights
Without any pension
Like having
A good education
And good jobs later
Live in a free
Clean environment
With less or no crime
Or are we going
To walk away?



Once when you were young you went to school

Your good parents thought you were not a fool

From Kindergarten to Harvard maybe

Without a scar entering life‘s society

Empty pockets never held anyone back.

Only empty heads will take up the slack

Speak from the heart people will listen

A loving heart will in wisdom glisten

Blessed hearts bend never break always be fit

But if you can’t put your heart in it get out of it

A woman’s head is always influenced by her heart

But a man’s heart is always influenced by his head

Follow your inner heart it helps then the world moves in

And be true to yourself your bosom would be without sin

Knock and ask your heart what it doth know

It’ll beat in the rhythm in music not for show

How much the heart can really hold no one knows

For at any age it has no wrinkles and it never shows

The way to God is through a human heart for a start

For all music is important if it comes from the heart

Remember how happy you were meek and mild

‘cause your heart was pure and simple as a child

Why is peace, grace and contentment come to some

If you’ve inner awareness a grateful heart will come

Look at every path closely and deliberately.

Try it as many times as you think necessary

Ask yourself, this question and yourself alone

“Does this path have a heart or a good tone?”

If it does, then the path is good.

If it doesn’t, it’s like rotten wood

They teach how to get results in your exams

Some are honest but some resort to scams

Even the good teachers don’t teach you life sense

Especially if you don’t show any common sense

You are left with nice rainbows in your head

As you watch the boob tube until you’re red

They put the cart before the donkey

And throw you in a murky society

But whenever or before you ever depart

They should’ve tried to educate your heart