BROKEN LAND

Blood stains the land
Lawlessness abounds
This is what my land has become
An extreme sadness engulfs me
As I helplessly watch good ol' Trini
Deteriorate into this devilish state

Broken and torn I watch her bleed
Shame and disgrace etched on her face
She cries out in anguish and pain
Depravity reigns supreme
Look toward the heavens
Call to the Holy Being

Oh how we have lost the thread
That held together this nation
The nonchalant disregard for life
This precious gift given to man
Which some diabolical soul
Would rise up and foolishly demand

Oh how I grieve for my loving country
So bruised and abused
Infected with venomous rage
Pregnant with hate
An abyss of lawlessness
Come now Lord and emancipate

While we dream dreams of happiness and laughter
A woman,s son lies cold on a slab
With a heavy heart and bloodshot eyes
She laments her pain...her hurt ...her strain
As our sons lay safely in their rooms
We clutch our hearts in silent gratitude

To make sense of our lives
We wine ,drink and always ready for ah lime
The only way to inject some sanity into our lives
Is to buss a lethal wine ...have a time
'Cause no matter how tattered and torn
This is still our land... d place where WE born

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