First of all, let me motion, <br />I live in Trinidad, a Caribbean island <br />In the Atlantic ocean. <br />We're considered a third world place <br />But the weather's nice here, <br />The sun shines at its own pace. <br /> <br />The beach sand is white, <br />The waves keep whirling <br />And the Range lights up at night. <br />The villages are small and calm, <br />Everyone knows each other <br />Directions at the back of each palm. <br /> <br />The Divali festival is sweet. <br />Children run with sparklers <br />And lights are spread across each street. <br />Everyone comes out their shy <br />To see the bottle rockets <br />Fizzle the panorama in the sky. <br /> <br />But then it's like that David Bowie song, <br />'I'm Afraid of Americans'... <br />And then I find myself in a rot, <br />Because if they want, they can turn it all <br />Into a big parking lot.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-i-m-afraid-of-americans/
