Paramaribo

In Paramaribo I met a girl, half Indian and beautiful there was a big church and a castle to defend Dutch interest A hot and swampy place, which I liked coming from Norway, a cold country with a poor working- class who sent their sons to join the merchant marine  The housing estate in Paramaribo  consisted, mostly of shacks, among  romantic palms Had I married the girl and settled  I would have been a beneficiary of  the promised oil wealth As it is, as a Norwegian, I get a pension so mean, I have to live in Portugal because the rulers put the wealth in sovereign fund for a future that appears to be at the threshold of a war