Celebrating 50:Xiv

I hear mento music making night sweet See women shuffling hips and light feet Feel the rhumba box humming in my heart Gombay grumbling breaks the bass apart My soul surrenders to her salacious flute And shakes like a maracca to contribute To festive dance with toombah repeating The bottle torch lits up the opague night And fireflies come the years remembering And they guided Tacky to that ancient fight For patrimony and human rights to meet Where Jamaica stands soveriegn above defeat.