MY GUYANA

 

 MY GUYANA

 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

InCanadaorAmerica

Yea! That’s myGuyana

 

                          

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