Note:(c) IT'S OUR OWN PEOPLE WHO DIE- Ras Cardo poetical works.
Read with an open mind
I will share some more truths with you America briefly as to why I came here legally from Jamaica. It was never my intent to break any of your laws and have to keep looking over my shoulders. Briefly, I will say this:
In my youth in Jamaica, I have seen where America had been good to Jamaica. However, I must also say that because of my parents poor economic status most of the help that America sends to Jamaica do not reach those who are most deserving of it. I have always seen your help, but then wonders where it all goes. Today, the same problems exists. The poor people know the truth.
I came here at a time in the knowledge and truth as to why many of my friends and people whom I knew, were leaving America back to Jamaica because they could not deal with your problems, especially your - Racism and prejudice.
As you know America, a lot of your people now claim domicile in Jamaica. I have listened to their stories for years as to why they chose to leave you. Be that as it may, I chose to come and to see for myself. Over the many years I have been here I have indeed seen for myself. I have been busy helping your people from coast to coast. I see your people. I see your sufferings. I see your truth in your conditions. I see those who do not want you to remain strong so as to be able to help others towards peace.
I CAME FOR A HEALING OF THE NATION.
I have helped your men and women of the armed forces before and after returning from wars. I have shared their sorrows, and pains and sufferings. I have sat with your native Americans and those of many races, classes and creeds while administering to them as to the areas of my expertise. I serve even those whom by necessity come to me for help with love and dignity although they may show disdain.
My works and love for the people transcends any hatred they may care to exhibit towards me. Those who care to talk to me, I listen and learn. These are the stories some of which I share with the people who read my works.
But America- I have seen the dark side of your people. I have seen the dark side which also flows to the youths in the streets of Jamaica, especially in Kingston. I often wonder- How is it that there are so many guns in Jamaica, and in the hands of youths who cannot even read the manufacturers name? There are no gun factories in Jamaica. So many of my friends, families and people have died. So much blood shed on the land just like your streets in the cities of America. I see it everywhere, and keep wondering as to who really care.
In the year- 1998 alone- for a country not at war with anyone, how is it that there were more than 500 illegal guns, most assault weapons, confiscated from criminals by the police in Jamaica? Law enforcement in Jamaica is out-gunned by the lawless.
I NOW SEE THE TRUTH
I write this to you America because I know that you still have some good people around. I know that you have the ability and resources to make many things right instead of us living in constant fear and fight. I remember when....America.
As we approach-2013- Black History month here in America and Jamaica, I would like to see the unity of our peoples in the ending of violence which encompases the killing and hatred of those with whom we may differ. I would like to see us working more towards an eradication of poverty and homelessness from our streets. I would like to see a healing of this nation from sea to shining sea. I would like to see America and Jamaica standing strong in leading the world to love and to care for all humanity.
FOR ITS OUR OWN PEOPLE WHO DIE-DONT ASK ME WHY? Peace!