Look around and tell me wat goin on in dis society?
The Caribbean is not what we once knew it to be
Corruption, poverty and vulgarity is what we see
Echoes of HIV and teenage pregnancy
Messages of violence , drugs and sexuality
My eyes burning , meh belly groaning, meh heart aching
What happened to our Caribbean?
Years ago we embraced a culture of diversity yuh know!
But a woman like me so old in she sixties got to wonder what we gon to?
Eh Caribbean man, West Indian woman?
Arise and see how morality tun so?
It riles me when I see how society do we
The woman them jus exposing they body
And the chil’ren jus exhibiting pure vanity
I’m telling yuh is de dancehall rhythm got dem so
Seems like only yesterday when I sing meh calypso, dance to de tassa drum straight into disco, then I sip meh mauby and do some limbo
Mr. Watson passed and ask, “ Shirley, how do you know to limbo like that?”
I replied, “Well Mr. Watson, a West Indian could never forget that.”
You see these little things I recall
These precious memories will live on.
How we West Indians moved our bodies smoothly, appreciating the culture we held dearly
Now it’s a mere reflection
To relive that, is still an ambition
Jus because of the Gully and Gaza domination
Yuh see this Gully and Gaza thing, it really affecting the way we think
From back biting to bleaching we skin
It’s all for the wealth and fame, when the pickney dem struggling to get something in they brain
But yet I don’t know
Is why they acting so?
The vulgarity and promiscuity is all a cycle of shame
Sexual objects they say, de man dem spoiling they name but Lady Saw say one man can’t satisfy she but two or three gon light the flame
I jus don’t understand dis, how we Caribbean people can’t pick sense outa nonsense
The Caribbean we once knew is no more
Frustration and agony
I jus can’t bear it no more
It’s not just profanity and sexuality, but it’s corroding us psychologically
Like when the clarks song released
It had everybody rushing, the price dropping and the sales booming
It’s a pity to see this dancehall frenzy
That the youth being bombarded with
Literacy they can’t proclaim
But to pull a trigger is they aim
Like I’ve had enough
I can’t sit down and let this dancehall fraternity continue to erode we morality
Submitted: June 01, 2017
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