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Guyana Gift From Its Citizens POEM
Guyana Gift From Its Citizens POEM
Everywhere,
There is overturned buckets, barrels and bins.
Filled with jumping and running bottles, cans and tins.
Everywhere turn beautiful with paper and plastic bags,
And even pants, shirts and rags.
I must say Guyana is really blessed,
Because the whole place forever decked up and dressed.
None fretting, none fighting,
Everyone does this job quickly;
Quick like lightning or Usain Bolt.
There is no heart burn,
There is nothing to learn,
There is nothing to earn,
Nothing to worry,
Yet why the hurry?
It looks like a noble job.
Nobodys getting robbed.
It maybe a matter of national pride and national service,
Maybe youre gonna get a prize;
Or maybe your name is going to be on special list.
Whatever the case,
This garbage job is surely no snail chase,
More like a championship race.
Nobodys wasting time,
Nobodys going on a lime,
Nobodys left out,
Everybody, for once, is sure what he/she is about!
Even when there is plenty, plenty malaria, dengue, or filaria,
Even though there might be an increase in diarrhea or vomiting,
Even if there is a huge flood,
No one quits,
We act as though these things are just myths.
We remain forever loyal.
At this rate,
Guyana will surely turn something great, something royal;
Maybe a royal garbage palace!
There is garbage everywhere in Georgetown,
Even on the burial ground.
You take a walk in the backdam,
Even there, there is gonna be a garbage traffic jam.
Tourists dont have to look in the forests,