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So why can’t the other prosperous countries participate, it’s not far too late- To wipe the slate clean, mean what they say Honour there pledges, words and end J.A debts today Listen! chippings of flickering diamonds starburst in the moonlit sky With silver, rippled, reflections bouncing on black onyx waters and flair As holiday makers hop on boats, sip rum with coke, dancing, getting high Those in the ghetto’s drown in sorrow “now, is this really fair”? Underneath from high, slumped on crutches by a plush night club A vulnerable, unkempt man with no feet but stumps- Held his left hand out, begging for pennies, for help, but was ignored Your heart bleeds; you give, though your eyes can’t bear to look, seeing more Wherever you go, you see neglected, run down pot holed roads Also Public buildings, Hospitals and Post Office ceilings, leaking with holes The staff was oblivious to the risks, and used to this, it’s a job I suppose Walls are peeling and crumbling, sick, dying, people are mumbling I’m astonished of the unpleasant, basic equipment and surroundings If anyone cares, these streets, buildings are in a desperate need of repairs The Jamaican Government, led by the new, Mr Bruce Golding is doing something Abolishing, medical and school fees, he’s trying, but am left wondering As global food prices have increased tremendously How will the poor and defenceless people cope, “to suffer with hunger endlessly”? Sisters, brothers, on rich soil land, you can turn your hand to anything Try cultivating, growing your own yams, and other crops Be independent, self sufficient, “for what choice have you got”? You have to eat, but please give to people with mental and physical disabilities In J.A a male went to jail, and prayed to God for stealing, The man was starving, didn’t have a farthing to buy food, And made a plea to the Jamaican Government for conveying genuine feelings To advocate on behalf of all generations, address and rectify crucial issues Yes, the capital income from Tourism could be explored With the best interest in the world, the Governments re-investing to aid the poor Have mercy, citizens are suppressed, helpless, willing to pay the trillion debt balance The people in J.A are currently persecuted, trying to be strong and gallant Heavy laden with metal chains around there neck There beaten, tied down, can’t mobilise, or travel at great length But people put trust in the Lord, ask for strength Victory is yours, those chains shall break Because the country’s hand, body and foot’s locked into International Debt The Jamaicans working excruciating hours, for a pittance, can’t rest there heads They slave away night and day supplying cocoa, coffee and sugar cane In desperate measures, may even help feed family’s by supplying cocaine At least Christian Aid and Fair Trade care They assist all poor people in despair Like slaves, workers and farmers have no rest Try to buy their Fair Trade products, the best! Please release the people from slavery in Jamaica We ask you Lord, our Maker May there wicker baskets never be empty but rich With plentiful dollars, delicious hard food, meat and fish As unemployment is increasingly on the rise The people need training, development, and an influx of business enterprise For they must scratch there head with anxiety, worrying about there lives They need such employment to survive, be a success, gain dignity and reach high The Jubilee Debt Campaign is asking again To show compassion from your heart, do your part To not exploit young children into work nor be callous or wicked So the youths can run, be set free within the cool, evening, whispering breeze Be gleefully running, jumping, and playing games like cricket May Bob Marley, Marcus Garvey and Mary Seacole spirits rest in peace Let more humanitarian, good work continue and never cease For as sure as the sun will rise and shine Say to the International Monetary Fund, to rich country governments “What’s yours is also mine, mine, and mine”! But let there be harmony, in this soothing, beautiful land, alright! Christian Aid week Every year as Christian Aid draws near My husband, daughter and I Put envelopes through doors, calling for you to help the poor Some have no food or water supply So one by one they painstakingly die It's preposterous, a wicked shame No one will take the blame There's poverty throughout the world Starving mothers, boys and girls Are contaminated with diseases But remain strong won't be defeated They put on a happy brave face Their hearts are full of grace Hunting, grinding little wheat and graze And never fail to seek and amaze They plod on in the hot burning sun Returning to basic shelter and dying son Even children over here Cry with emotion and fear The sweet little girls and boys Don't have any toys to brighten their day Please pray Ask yourself how longer must they suffer Never knowing if there's supper I hope this message is loud and clear Give to the poor far and near It doesn't matter what you give All the money collected could help them live Also improve their quality of lives From dawn till sunset rise. 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