Oh fair Guyana, of beautiful maiden,
With misery, grief and torture was thou laden;
Very fair! How like a bewildered child thou didst stand,
Bowing thy breasts, leaning shoulders on fairy England.
Does England care for thy tender emotions?
So what, she shook; thou fell ‘flat’ in the wide ocean;
Many great hands so quickly stretched forth to bear thee well,
But nay, thou rather swam, that great fall the world to tell.
Thy many cares, thy worries and sufferance
Long, so long thou bore with patience and governance;
Like askance of humanity they peep through their eyes
To speculate thy beautiful face, thy great tear dyes.
Now thou are truly grown to maturity,
With all the sped many came to over strip thee;
So how? Like a ‘smiling princess’ forever thou stands
Ever walking and ever talking with all the lands.
Thou are thy own, thy kingdom and sovereign
And merry maids and courtiers around thee shall sing;
When justice from creation’s face thy treasure reveals,
What glorious sight displays the release of thy seals.
Copyright © Frank Ramtahal 2011