Brother Mine
Brother Mine
Guyana,
What does she know
And feel?
Having twisted free to stand alone.
A quilted people stitched in dreams.
We did not chose this place to be,
nor did we chose the name we’re called…
But chose we can to smile,
accepting thankfully what life can freely share.
Remember, great nations came
And each in turn reluctant left!
The Spanish, Dutch, the English left.
We are the children of this place of dreams.
We are the benefactors of their hope.
So let’s not like children squabble too
And toss our marbles in despair.
Let history unfurl itself on pages old and new
And show what greed and glutton often bring…
Sickness, hunger, fear and loss.
This paradise…is not
Abundant wealth beyond our means to spend.
Can happiness hide behind great bars of steel?
What good can great fortunes be For sickness unto death?
Undiminished, love constantly fulfills itself.
Hate cripples, blinds and as in a mirror it is a rabid madman,
It froths and laughs into the faces that it sees.
Come, let me put my arm about you, I mean no harm.
The sins of my father I let slip from my shoulders.
I have only me to share my friend,
With Love.