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Theme for 2013: Milestones to Freedom: Resistance, Resolve, Emancipation & Entrepreneurship
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by Dr. Clayton Bacchus
Rememba Father Hemadin
Rememba Parson Luke
Rememba Fred Seaforth
Rememba Teacher George Young
Rememba the Anglican church bell
Its daily ringing was a ritual
Buxtonians were spiritual
Rememba Teacher Seaton Griffith
Walked and talked like a prophet
Inter-generational conversation was a great part of the education
Rememba Cousin Clara
Opposite burial ground
Fermented mauby and hot cross buns
Rememba Miss Eva and Cousin Cecelia
The train Station
Black pudding yummy and souse gummy
Rememba Line Top
With Teacher Sydney
Rememba Tipperary hall
Where we danced all
Rememba the sea wall
Where we played ball
Rememba Tata Tom
At the brush dam
Squatting was his doctrine
A black man wid coolie thinkin
Rememba the backdam
With plenty buck yam
And juicy guava
Rememba under the tamarind tree
Every voice was free
Old and young bonded fearlessly
Rememba under the mango tree
Money never come easily
But black man and coolie lived happily
Rememba under the jamoon tree
Dreads and bald heads chanted faithfully
Days of healthy poverty
Nights of sweet memories
By: Quintin Bacchus
By Ovid S. Abrams
Oh liberty, we need you now! Come hastily!
Smite the enemy and set our people free;
Come! Sever the chains of captivity
And restore black freedom and dignity.
Let us have real hope and equanimity,
And tear down all-white supremacy;
Let’s break the yoke of dependency
And emerge with freedom and equality.
America has a color bar, you’ll all agree:
It’s as bright as daylight for all eyes to see;
The white man has no integrity,
Trample blacks to build prosperity.
The white hypocrites preach democracy,
But snuff out signs of homebound liberty;
The land of the brave, home of the free,
For the snow-white bunny; not for you and me.
They whitewash Jesus and Christianity,
Subdue us to slavery and captivity;
With atrocious acts of depravity,
Create ethnic strife and disunity.
We’ve triumphed at all-white university,
With suma cum-laude and PhD;
Beguiled by talks of upward mobility,
And repulsed by bigotry and hypocrisy.
They devise dubious claims of diversity,
But deny black people equal opportunity;
There’re diverse shades of white, you see;
Among them, there’s dubious diversity.
No white man gives up power easily;
His tainted wealth, stolen prosperity:
Or relinquish his stranglehold because of pity,
Let’s repulse hate; recapture our dignity.
Let us fight on, fight on, for that’s the key,
Upward and onward just for you and me.
Rise up! Get up from your bended knee:
Repulse their Statue; Take back your liberty.
by Wayne Jones
Woman, Woman where are you?
I’m up there, in front.
From the dint of their crude gain
Through my surrender to tradition,
And girded in the rigour of pure gift.
Justness here I come, proud and visible.
Ain’t no stopping us now.
‘cause none of them can stop the time.
O give me your hand dear brother.
Thanks, kind sister, and you go girl!
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