An Island In The Sun

An Island in the Sun . Once upon a time there was an island in the sun, Where the late great Robert Nesta Marley sung, Where the late great Samuel Sharpe was hung, Where the late great Marcus Mosiah Garvey’s from, . Where out of many, One people would come, Some battles were lost, And some battles were won, . This is where Christopher Columbus first let off a gun, And the echo of a tragedy would then follow, . This blast from the past would have a legacy in the present, From slave-ships to the “Cold War” to a drug dealers weapon, Turning communities into “Garrisons” & BadMen into legends, Since the days of the buccaneers they all revered buried treasure, . And yet the pieces of hate will be all that we remember, To pass down for the future to spend, . But then again, Isn’t this just another act in a play that we’ve already seen? Cannonballs showered the skies in the early Acts of piracy, Gunpowder was supplied for the Acts of “Empire Bravery”, Bullets were often required to inspire the entire Act of Slavery, . Sadly the fruit never falls very far from the tree, And dying over sugar or cocaine is a dark part of our history, White powder still causing Black Death since the 17th century, Where merchant ships came fully-equipped with the latest weaponry, . I’m not just talking about Jamaica, I’m talking about the entire seven seas, . And just like in those early days, The product moves one way & the guns move another, And the only constant in this equation is the death of young brothers, The death of young mothers, the destruction of “One Love”, It’s almost as if nothing has changed since the days of Columbus, . And who always suffers? . So behind every sprinkled white line in a big city bar, There’s a million souls crying, a million miles apart, For every 1st World high, there’s a 3rd World low, Swapping addiction for ammunition with politicians in the know, . The “Wages of Sin” are paid in full everywhere that you go, So watch the flames of the father reignited once more, . Once upon a time there was an island in the sun, Where the late great Robert Nesta Marley sung, Where Ussain Bolt first went out for a run, Where despite many hardships, the people did overcome, . So we gotta put down Mister Columbus’s gun, And from the division of the many, Embrace the love of the “One”, . (c) Mr Gee