Inside the Mind of an Island
Battles are fought
And won
Or lost
In the mind.
In my
mind
And
for my people
The
struggle is real.
The
epic battle within
Good
vs. The Greater Good
Manifested
daily
Demonstrated
mainly
In the
choices we make.
The
actions we do
And do
not take.
Here
is the environment
In
which I must exist
In
whose surroundings I must
Live
and breathe
If at
all I can.
Encumbered
by fumes of waste
Incompetence
Corruption.
Here
is my environment
That
component of
My and
my people's element
With
which we must be content
Before
we even talk about Development.
Some
days we take one step forward
The
next, three steps back
And
back to the drawing board
Or
some other board
Chaired
by one of two or three.
Apparently,
the pool is limited
But
always big enough to form
A
committee.
Some
days we go around in circles
Dancing
to the beat of
A
different kettle of fish
Nothing
but red herrings
It is
futile to simply wish
It all
away.
To
reboot
Restart
Unbreak
my island heart.
My
past.
My
future.
My
present.
This
present is no gift
This
present is well tense.
No
recompense is near
For
those who work hard
And
grin and bear
It.
The
birth of a nation
What a
lovely idea.
Forefathers
and foremothers
And
foresisters and forebrothers
Had my
interest at heart.
For
the most part.
Now my
people scheme
To
live the American dream.
Can I
blame them?
I see them
leaving
Left,
right and centre
Let
them go.
I
cannot contain them
Little
hope in the Vision.
Reality
is a nightmare
On
every street.
Years
of mismanagement
I keep
giving my leaders a bly.
I tell
myself it's not easy
And
they do try.
Over
time, it gets easier
To
believe the lie.
When
they take my name to foreign
In
North America and Europe
I'm
presented as a lady
Assuring
all who will hear
Of my paradisiacal
climes and beaches and wares.
Really,
Massa, we just need a gift or two
When
we get back, we'll know what to do.
They
try to win the confidence
Of
lenders and investors who
In
their right minds would agree
That
something's awry
And
the people aren't free.
They're
enslaved in a thinking
That
handouts are better
And
the love of a leader
Is the
thing that matters
That goods
from foreign
And
such accouterments
Are
indisputable signs of development.
How
can they not make a killing
From
people who are willing
To
take loans for entertainment?
Either
a cruel joke or
Human
experiment.
Who is
sitting aside to track it?
Caviar
taste
Tin
mackerel pocket.
So,
foreign lenders lend
Foreign
investors invest
And bet.
But they ensure theirs is a winning hand
No way will they lose
And my people must understand
That promises made must be promises kept
So, investors get two or more islands for the price of one.
Back
at home
In the
not so comfortable zone
The
bed that has been years in the making
Is
there, ready and waiting.
I know
what to do
Lie
prostrate and spread 'em
There's
no fight left to fight 'em.
Politicians
come and go
Room
for rent they apply within
When
one set runs out
The
other runs in.
This
environment is a mess
Leaders – some thirty years in – still clueless
Where are the leaders, we ask
Who are willing to walk the talk?
To usher us into the 2030 space
At a more efficient pace?
Do we have to make a choice
Between a welcome environment and
Development?
It’s food for thought
But let me get past
Today’s headline horror
I’ll think about that question...
Tomorrow.
Claudia
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