Letter to my country
published:
Sunday | September 7, 2008
I write a letter to my country, Jamaica
It's time to stop the killing and let's be one
Let us love again, stop the killing and let peace reign
I write a letter in Jesus' name to the men who murder like it's a game
To all the gangs whey a maintain a order
Nuh bother with the border, stop mek a hard life harder.
I write a letter with my ink
Because the crime and corruption make the country stink
And this island could be a paradise
But our hearts have gone cold like ice
Let's go back to where it began
To One Love like the Bob Marley song
To a time when Christ was our foundation
Let's remember what it was like
When we didn't have to watch our head backs
And when we could work and play without attack
When we helped each other and every woman in the community was like a mother.
The time has come for us to return
What do we earn when we kill and burn
Let us love again and let love reign
From the Blue Mountain peak to the Dela Vega City plain.
- Seon Lewis
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Jamaica
The land of wood and water where speeding men and women race
to the prayer of 'Eternal Father',
a most blessed and beautiful place;
Eternal Father has blessed this land
with a speeding woman and dancing man.
The beating chest and dropping arms,
the jumping and screaming all about are nothing but dramatic charms attracting people north, west, east and south to fall in love with this little place, this blessed land, this darling space.
Its mountains ruin storms and hurricanes,
its music soothes the savage beast,
a magnificent wonder in its name - Jamaica, Jamaica, and a great feast of yam, banana, dumpling and dasheen with ackee and salt fish like a king and queen.
