Passage of Time

Browsing the three dailies of T&T, All I see are front pages covered with bloodshed, turmoil and misery. Where is the country I once knew? The multi-cultural twin island state: Where one can go out and not be concerned about the time he shall retreat, Send his kids to a birthday party and know by night they would be returning with many treats, A place where loud explosions can be heard at New Year’s or Christmas and know they are simply in commemoration of these festive occasions, A nation that can acknowledge each other with a glance and a smile, Sometimes exchanging a few words of direction when someone ends up on the wrong aisle. With the passage of time this peaceful atmosphere has changed, And for that a spate of criminal activities has been exchanged. Now I see my people crying out for attention, Resorting to desperate measures to ease their mounting tension. So they sprint to kidnap and kill, For they think that producing chill would pay the bill. But little do they know that the plans they concoct Could have also been implemented to another situation to make a legal buck. It seems that patience has departed from our people’s vocabulary And life is now being dominated by a blue periphery. What happened to Sparrow’s “Education is a must,” And Gypsy’s “Little black boy” that earned him gold dust. Their messages were meant to be forwarded to future generations Not buried with the public’s abominations. These two songbirds highlighted the consequences of illiteracy, Yet some people disobeyed and opted for anarchy. Now that our country has entered a phase of endless confusion The leadership is under attack for its lax disposition. While it would be fitting to place all the blame on the past and present government It’s about time some parents took responsibility for their children’s detriment.