Caribbean Economic Report, February 2024
THE TIME HAS COME
The time has come
my sweet homeland
You nourished me on your abundance
You seduced me with
your power and potential
You captivated me with
your beauty and charm
You hypnotized me with
your music that is the sound of happiness
You comforted me with
your food that is the taste of love
You showered me in
your joy and rain
You embraced me with your warmth and light
You delighted me with
your sweetness and your uniqueness
You taught me what it means to live
And what it means to lose
Alas, you were forged not from the love of liberty
but the lust for and paradox of plenty
in the fires of graft and greed
With boundless despair for our future
we dance in the blood of the murdered
to the melody of their wailing
and the hum of their hearts failing
The commissioner of police is praying
but the ambulance never came
And nobody cares, my beloved people
Nobody cares
I will always love my dystopian paradise
But the time has come
to let you go
My heart is bleeding for you
my fellow Trinbagonians
but nobody can hear the sound of our blood spilling.
