Joseph Chatoyer

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I didn't know that there was such a great chief as Joseph Chatoyer until I started researching to write Jay G. This poem is dedicated to him.

Submitted: November 04, 2017

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Submitted: November 04, 2017



Joseph Chatoyer,

A gallant leader.

Led the way to defend,

Against the British around the bend.


It was on the great hill that he fell,

Many stories are there to tell.

That early morning fight,

And dying for what he knew was right.


He kept the British at bay,

A very diplomatic man, they say.

Seeking peace on a disturbed island,

He used his sword and not his wand.


The first war was a stalemate,

He signed for peace, then wait.

But the British, stubbornly by far,

Upset Chatoyer and caused another war.


African and Caribs intertwined,

Their forces they truly combined.

Ready now to face their enemy,

They moved in and fought gallantly.


The night, as dark as ever,

British war ships with more troops.

They thought they were clever,

Found themselves going 'round in loops.


A dash through the thick forest,

Trying to escape.

The Indians knew it was best,

Preventing their women from being rape.


Joseph Chatoyer,

Your spirit cannot die.

You were the black Carib leader,

In memory, men, women and children still cry.

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