[b]"the poem i in broken English or dialect as it is all in my country"[/b]
read enjoy and feel free to give a comment i will gladly appreciate it.
My Tobago an island under the sun;
I invite you all to come,
to enjoy,
and tell a friend about my Tobago.
I was born and raise under the Caribbean sun.
Boy oh boy, i had a lot of fun,
Dancing in the rain, and parading on carnival day.
Going to the rain-forest to listen and learn about flora and forna,
Going the waterfall or one of the many beaches
Splashing and playing with friends was a great adventure.
My Tobago oh how i love you so.
I could remember (despite all the fun)
It had a time when i didn't want to go out and play.
Not night nor day.
My mummy had bought a TV and a computer!
she even put in air conditioner in de house.
not me nor my brother ever ventures outside.
We began learning about the American way of life
Boy oh boy BET had a massive impact on our,
On our friends life, and more so the life of every youngster in my society.
Youngster no longer want to play together,
Youngsters only thinking about becoming what they see on BET.
Sad isn't it.
Crime rate escalating, because youngster killing out one another,
and now yuh ha to stop inside
with de same TV and listen to de madness
cuz if yuh step out crapo smoke yuh pipe.
What a shame on my Tobago....
