CARIBBEAN UNITY
Many a islands
"one a we"
come from far,
was black and free.
Toiled and worked
in sun and rain.
Made rich our masters; their chess,their lanes.
Free by the love of
some caring humane leaders,
Free at last,Free at last,
'We no longer have to go,
by de bay".
Our unique identity we have,
yes! is true.
So don't you know?
we are all sand, sea, water and sun.
trapped in our own dear vanity,
we cry ...
'bang water'
But, all in vain
Trampling the sweat
of our heros,
who toiled for our domain.
Other lands rich and mighty,
see the need for unity.
Some was our master and our colonizer.
yet, we fail
to see the light.
Don't you see? you look like me,
and I look like you.
come one, come all
Join the plea,
We are
Caribbean unity.


EXODUS
Movement of God's People
North,
East,
West,
and sometimes south.
Not becuase we are,
Hungry,
Sore,
Lost
or puzzle in the mirror.
Sometimes it's becuase
Some politician,
With false promises,
Taking advantage of us,
Leading us astray,
with their greedy ways,
Leaving the Treasury empty.
One day God will set us free,
and
We will be back,
in our land.
The promise land
The isle of age
The isle of beauty,
yes,
The nature isle


Oh! Island in the Sun
Oh Island in the Sun
ablaze in the glory of
a yellow day.
Your hills are gently slopping with
lime green foilage,
Your plains are curving,
welcoming the rain.
Your swamps are blooming,
with white lilies,
And hummingbirds buzzing around their petals.


Oh Island in the Sun,
a set in the dawn ,
Of a another day.
Your coast is perplexingly entangled
with reefs and shoals,
Your waters are blue,
fresh and clean,
Your fishes are all bright
and gay.


Oh Island in the Sun
Your streets dressed with
people liming.
Your sounds are sweet with
melody from the iron band
and the steel pan.
Your dialect is ruff and ready,
expressing life's tale with vigor.
Your sons and daughters ,
from every shore are elated
in pride and dignity.


Oh! Island in the Sun
Oh! Island in the Sun


The Pum
The nostrils suddenly inflated
with foul air.
Eyes steering at each other.
Some run outside.
some block their noise
with two fingers.
Some inhale with their mouth,
casting their ballot of blame.
Others fan the fume.
Others face the window.
Others just move.
Others don't even bother,
they've got the flu.
All confuse,
the silent one,
slides unnoticed

Clyde can be contacted at gregoireclyde16@hotmail.com