Spoken Word: Buried City

Why isn't this the most depressed island in the Caribbean. A people work all their lives to attain a livelihood of comfort

Today from Plymouth to Gage's is one flat earthly retrieved land

Buried city of Plymouth Montserrat

Why isn't this the most depressed island in the Caribbean
A people work all their lives to attain a livelihood of comfort
Many achieved homes that could've been deemed mansions
Erected and furnished homes in exquisite places of admiration
Some a stone throw away from retirement all for naught
Mother Nature had an exceptional plan that puts it all in vain
A view today one sees why the Kalinago gave it its name

Labored and build but from dust it came to dust it returned
Many a men die hating their brothers for an inch of that soil
Some steal to attain vanity that fulfilled their corrupt soul
Portraying infamy of wealth as if they'll never grow old
In that hot Caribbean sun from dusk to dawn many toiled
Like carving their African root to fruition for food they worked
Leaving lands of cassava, potato and flower gardens in the lurk

Today from Plymouth to Gage's is one flat earthly retrieved land
Farms, Long Ground, Tar River, even Ryan spring all covered
Wappin through Kinsale coastal to O'garros how you've grown
Taking this huge eraser to look like remodeling all on her own
Natures aspirations is greater somehow like a bar got powered
Remodeling from Town to the Cemetery it's now ghaut sand
The root of its name Caribs gave 'land of prickly bush' still stand

There, a people from the Caribbean where life is no problem
Depression slaps them and they migrated to the brighter side
Two thirds of the island destroyed yet still manifesting paradise
Hurricane turmoil ere and aft volcanic disaster they improvise
Like falling volcanic rock, flickering hope, glimmering high tide
Finding greenery, sustainability persevering Iike an emblem
Mt Paran wilderness returned resurgence in the original system

Retreat not surrender for tomorrow more will come is a motto
Living through hope, dancing with vigor through strength
If rock or ash falls its reinforced like an earth slogan "we won't go"
Anticipate progress, rejoice ye not in the shadows of tomorrow
Less ye dance on the gravesite of yesterday hankered and bent
Wounded hearts, whipped backs, tho' teary some'll still say 'no'
When there's a yearning for paradise, enter, revitalize, it'll show


Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is a Spoken Word contributor with MNI Alive Media