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Buxton Guyana’s Premier Village
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Charting A New Development Path |
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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 Causal walk Family talk Politics Cricket
Rememba County 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 Bitter cassava 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 Linger indelibly.
By: Quintin Bacchus 2008
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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.
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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! |
