I weep for a Country that once was the Jewel of the Caribbean
Whose People proudly walked the Island shores
The Motto "out of many one People"
I weep for its Children who now have no future
I see the dismal light shining through orbs
No compassion for their fellow Man
No job, no leadership no future
The eyes that once beheld bounty, feast, and prospects
Robbed of youth vigor, and vitality
By adults who care little and will rape and pillage as easily as breathing
"There's no place like home", "There's no place like home"
"There's no place like home"
Home is indeed where the heart is but you can never go home
Jamaica is my place of birth
With its beautiful blue shores
Its unique vegetation and fruits
Its beautiful meandering rivers where crawfish, janga, mudfish, make their home
It's People a diverse blend of differing cultures
Have now lost their appeal
I am saddened by the thought that I can and never will again go home
Don't look for me in the Springtime, Summer, or Autumn
I won't be coming home
Written in 2012- Reading an article on the crime spree that seemed to be a new and continued way of life on the Island. Young People will never know the joy that once was the purity despite the economic difficulties. We really started to see a different Jamaica in the late 80"s.
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