One of our GREATEST achievements as an independent nation of 36yrs and going, is an UNENDING battle between Red and Yellow, juxtaposed with deteriorating healthcare institutions, amongst other things. We fight each other for Flambeau and Labour, when the real fight should be with our governments for failing miserably at providing a more efficient Health System, a reliable Justice System, a functioning Welfare System, and the list goes on. Feb22 is gone, and long after our blue-yellow-black-&-white chants, people still die at our hospitals from lack of resources/treatment, people still wait hours on end for service, people still wait days and weeks and months on waiting lists. We are slowly becoming a nation of race and colour, affiliations and connections – a selfish people. Justice continues to flee from an understaffed court system as trusts of victims fade. Yet, we accept all these inefficiencies without much of a genuine fight. As a matter of fact, we quicker hold a fist to the jaw of a neighbour over the right interpretation of an archaic constitution needing amendments, instead of extending a hand to fellow countrymen in need. We praise two months of no murders, and ignore violent rapes against women in that same period as egregious as they are. Is the Independence, Saint Lucia? Are we such a nation? What is happening to us? What happened to us?
“Until the world’s technicolor lens
Shows no racial divide,
Colour/color will not divide.
Colour will not divide
Unless you’re identified by it
Americanized by European decent
Unless there’s an African in it.
Colour you won’t realize
Unless your real eyes see real lies.
Colour will not divide
You notice it.”
“…In an unjust man’s world, where wrong claims right, and righteousness means being right-ish, I pause and ponder. No longer can I use ignorance as the scapegoat in this reality, but surely must escape goats in a world where sheep is the preferred specimen. A plaintive bleat cares not for rumen but the feet it runs with. I see the goats in the eyes of sheep that I’ve been with. The same that I’ve dreamt with. You don’t realize how much kidding around you’ve been doing until you start speaking goat-language to those whom are used to discerning the rightness. I’ve been made to believe that my blackness needed some whiteness to assimilate. Metaphorical. So I stand here fight-less. Like a caged bird I sing flightless. Figurative. If you give them enough time you will see the barbaric genes of those purporting to be righteous. Literal. It’s a dog-eat-dog world soon as puppy-chow becomes scarce. Each man for himself. Each dog for itself…”
“So I lied the first time
And I feel like it was the worse line.
Maybe it was just a little lie
Or an in-between lie
You know ;
That type when you don’t-wanna-hurt-her-feelings lie?
But she got you feeling high
And all guilty inside
That you would rather hide what’s killing you, like a disease,
than to let the dust from the bad news rise. …”
by Stephen A. Dantes
excerpt from unpublished works. Do share.
“Dear Mr Prime Minister
Let’s take a walk with me through the 5-star kalabous
Where boug fous and bèl bougs are locked up in bèl views
Let’s make some bèl news
To sell clues and less truths
Where innocence is less used
You ain’t getting out yet
Who vex, lose
Where charges aren’t required, fig vèt blues
Polis sé mèt tjou
And they were mèt long before they met you…”
by Stephen A. Dantes – excerpt from upcoming eBook
Dedicated to all persons locked up at Bordelais without charge.
Human Rights violation is written all over the prison walls.
Full poem will be posted this summer when new eBooks are unveiled.
After driving to and from work on Friday, I realized my brakes pedal was unusually free-flooring. But I was too sick to check it out. And didn’t want to, especially since the brakes was holding fine. Or so it seemed. This morning, since I’m feeling much better, and that cold shows signs of leaving, I go check on the car.
What I found was More
“Falling in love is easy. As a matter of fact, anyone can convince themselves that they’re in love when they’re desperately trying to hang on, or grasp on to something. Love and loving, however are reserved for those who faint, and toil, weary and tire. Love, is the hardest, most painful, yet intricately beautiful and euphoric gift given to all mankind. It does not come easily.”
– Stephen A. Dantes