“Trouble don’t set up like rain”
But sometimes it does
And you don’t have to listen hard
To hear the growing buzz.
The buzz in the community
And in the market square,
The buzz right here and beyond
Says it’s drawing near.
Can’t you hear the buzz
Or have you turned deaf ear
To all that has been happening
Hoping it won’t appear?
It may be a single incident
That brings a domino effect
Like in the COVID-19 pandemic
That many still suspect.
It may be a string of events
Related and unrelated
Like the criminal activity occurring
And going on unabated.
Something huge is imminent
In our little country
And storm clouds are everywhere
If we’re not too blind to see.
Barbados land of ostriches,
Of sunshine, sea and sand,
Immersed in revelry and jump-up
Where fickleness is grand.
To ignore is to make light,
To remain silent, a protest,
And if I do not see it, it is not there,
Is Bajan at its best.
Oh, we are standing tall
With heads buried in sand
And seemingly lack what it takes
To resuscitate our land.
We have moved far away
From what we once held dear
When we’d look to God for help
With reverential fear.
Now it is very different
As we do it our own way,
With God left out of the equation
We are bound to stray.
Trouble is a brewing
Storm clouds everywhere!
Is it nothing to you, my friend?
Doesn’t anyone care?
What’s all this deflecting
Trying to confuse me
Rather than deal with the problem
Behind the criminality?
How many must die
To fill greedy man pockets?
How many more square pegs
In round hole sockets?
Why empower students
And impoverish their teachers
When such is getting us into trouble
Deeper and deeper?
Are our leaders blind?
Can they not really see
That great trouble is a brewing
For our country?
The way around it
Is to return to God
But our leaders call this simplistic
And thus, continue to fall.
God offers a parachute
But they prefer a parasol
And with this I must reiterate,
We continue to free fall.
Stewart Russell © June 17, 2025
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