05 July, 2021

Blindness

 

Makes me dream of Grenada
The old Grenada of my childhood;
Salt-blasts over the cliffside
Cheese and tomato sandwhiches
With warm lemonade for lunch
A Bentley for the children, G&T 
For the adults waiting for dinner
To be served at Ross Point Inn.

I love those memories, for they
Are filled with a child's innocence.
Yet, they were colonial times, and
As such, seeped with disparity, 
Despair and a long legacy of 
Denying others their born rights.
Only we, as whites, could live 
Without the concerns of others. 

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