By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe
How is it that our country, Jamaica stands
On the left, but not on the right hand?
How is it that our country moves,
Through treacherous reefs, sailing through and through?
How is it that our country breathes,
These toxic fumes of crime and urban jealousy?
How is it that our country survives,
As more people go down to the Kingston tides?
Climbing higher to attain our goals,
Losing our souls at the scent of gold;
But what should we gain, for our Jamaican heroes pain?
How should we live as only their memory remains?
Disappointment and shame as we hang our heads,
Shielding our eyes as innocent blood spreads.
The weak have lost hope, and their faith in government turns to dust;
They ask, who shall lead them?
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About the writer:
Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than six years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian Life, Jamaica Rose, Entertainment Trail, My Trending Stories among others.
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Wow, really nice! Jamaica is so beautiful. I just wrote an article about my trip there and all my recommendations of what to do and see. Check it out:
http://caseykurlander.wordpress.com/2012/07/10/if-youre-going-to-jamaica/
Thanks!
Casey
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We recently had a family vacation to Jamaica and loved your country.
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I am glad you enjoyed it. Where did you visit?
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We stayed in Negril after flying into Montego Bay.
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Nice, you got the white sand beach, sun and surf experience.
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Yes and we also did some horseback riding. If you like feel free to scroll down my blog and check out the posts. Lovely to chat with you.
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