First of all, let me motion,
I live in Trinidad, a Caribbean island
In the Atlantic ocean.
We're considered a third world place
But the weather's nice here,
The sun shines at its own pace.
The beach sand is white,
The waves keep whirling
And the Range lights up at night.
The villages are small and calm,
Everyone knows each other
Directions at the back of each palm.
The Divali festival is sweet.
Children run with sparklers
And lights are spread across each street.
Everyone comes out their shy
To see the bottle rockets
Fizzle the panorama in the sky.
But then it's like that David Bowie song,
'I'm Afraid of Americans'...
And then I find myself in a rot,
Because if they want, they can turn it all
Into a big parking lot.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-i-m-afraid-of-americans/
