We Seek Wakefulness

We seek wakefulness, What is Barbados to me? Hot sun, hot rum,broad Rim hats and old khaki pants? Robust men with warm undertone skin, That blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from the one we love That they will be there for us in good times Or bad times, just to feel good about ourselves. What is America to me, I mean so much to me, A place where I was able to educate my offspring, While I work from sunrise to sundown Under pressure, under humiliation however, Every sunrise holds more promise, and every sunset holds more peace. – Anonymous. We seek solutions for all the hateful people, We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking that created them. ” We can’t sit back and do nothing Or wonder when the race hate will be over, I think the Putin's war in Ukraine going after the wrong people: We seek justice, for hate crimes What Jamaica to me? The place of rhythm of swing and slay Where someone can fall in love today And deceive you the next day: We seek answers, but only God know That his creation is out of control: We seek peace and peace comes with love Where there is no love, in one's heart There will be no peace. We all know about a little wisdom But did we put it to the test God opens millions of flowers every day without forcing their buds Food for thoughts my poetic friend. Be vigilant, be wise, never trust anyone.