Life Breaks Us

Part 1 (Master's Plan).

Is it as simple as it seems? Is it so easy to put on a smile and pretend your happiness is real? Are you hiding behind the long lashes that shade your eyes? Is your vision still visible when your eyes are clouded by tears? Are you encouraged or discouraged by the fact that as your tears flow, life flows around you. Life picks up the good and the bad and carries it along too the ocean of dreams. Dreams that have come to life or dreams that have come to be buried? Do you still taste the happiness on your lips after the pleasure is released? Do you still feel the high long after the bottle breaks and the butt is out? Does life give you thrills that make you reminisce for years to come? The moments of excitement are quickly wiped away with one slip of your tongue. Years of effort on a ship that left you letting in waters of regret and anger, anger at the master builder? Anger at the captain? Anger at the passenger? Who can you blame for your ship not withstanding the stormy seas? Life is unsteady we are thrown up and down on each flight we take. Are you able to withstand the turbulence? Or are you next to break? We can sip our coffee slowly, we can even smile a little brighter but if the coffee is bitter and the smile is fake. Life will eventually make us break . Are you able to stand? For how long will life toss you up and down? Life breaks us It's always been a part of the Master's plan. The difference is how much can you withstand? Before you are no longer standing in broken pieces.

Part 2
(In Third World's Shade).

Everything is slow here, I feel is di heat.
Slow like salt dissolving cannons on Royal forts, cannons now mockingly flawed in orientation.
Slow,
Like the languid jelly trees siphoning Portland loan,
Painfully slow ......
Like when justice not coming.
There is problem inherent in "no problem".
When estates merge to form island, yu always aware yu living on somebody property.
Dissent understandably tempered by the involuntary muscle that is memory,
Demands don't gush from thankyou mouths.
Time jus nuh ina no rush here, I still feel is di heat.
But we,
Generation vex,
Intolerant of kerchief blossomed vestiges, refusing to celebrate meagre servings of cerassee pulp, we claim time.
But maybe clock don't have second hand memory like we.
Seen osnaburg backs now reclined in boardroom chairs and chimed progress,
Live fi si breadfruit find countenance, and witnessed reduced interest by commercial banks in the complexion of tellers, clock jus a gwaan tek it own time.
And in the green stained, oxygenated hills of Coka district, Maggoty's balcony, overlooking acres and acres of "unsweet" history, country people still sit for hours on verandahs and stare, jus stare.....
Contentedly, unaffectedly,
One hour behind New York.

Part 3
(Our Heroes).

The contours of our lives were not drawn or etched with knives
But by the blood, sweat and pain of our heroes.
They fought gallantly with every inch of their lives.
To shrug off despair and keep hope alive....

Bitter-sweet triumphs were won at a cast.
Without knowing our history we would be all lost.
Bogle, Garvey, Manley, and Gordon....
All fuelled a fire to buy my pardon.
Busta, Sam Sharpe, and Nanny sacrificed their lives...
So that we can become one nation out of many.
Great strides have been made in the past.
Our heroes fought down to the very last.
Belching out blows against a system so unjust.....
They decided that achieving divine victory was a must.
Let us continually seek the eternal Father to bless our land.
Despite our short coming and tribulations,
We must embrace and protect the vision of our forefathers.
And use this heroes day to spread the message to others.

Part 4
(Force Be With You).

If you and your friends want to lock down the ends, you will bawl that the Force is oppressive.

And, if you use boats to trade guns for goats, you will see that the Force is aggressive.

If you feel that you might commence a gunfight, the rejoinder will be swift and suppressive!

When you go overboard and try to block roads, then you'll feel that the Force is repressive.

With it's traditional stance, not based on to happenstance, cynics cry that the Force is regressive.

But, we who started, and made service our trade, will attest that the Force is progressive!

With attention to detail, and a will not to fail, that, to an outsider, might seem obsessive.

And, when you see our vests, decorations on chests: who dares gainsay that they are impressive?

And, so we wish the best for the recruits who come next- and the ones after them, and successive!

The End.