Celebrating 50:Xi

Yes mam, we are fifty years Throwing our line into this blue sea Fifty years reeling in Nothing to quench the national hunger yet And throwing out again But we are not daunted By the world's changing tides We are not afraid of surfs foaming white Nor glint of shark teeth before the bite We ride the waves still gently We wait for moon to warm the night And will not let go Though line like an umbilical cord Attached to an alien wreck Mothering the burn in our hand Cuts deep the flesh Of our humanity We will not quit, we cannot let go This is Jamaica And forward is the only way we know.