On concrete slab
a la carte
Columbian cartel style,
separated from shell,
left lying lifeless, abandoned,
in abandoned canefield,
of deluded quest for sugar
of quick material gains.
Karma comes round
on the wheel of misfortune
in a hostile game of hustle
in a hostel named California.
I stand at the window,
on the outside peering in,
on the inside peering out.
Belafonte's yellow bird has flown
its paradisal tropic island nest.
Gone the sweet and tender bird calls
of our innocence.
There is nothing left but silence
of secret ops
(and cover ups by crooked cops),
and the melody
of a symphony, a sympathy,
for the Devil and a bedevilled nation.
The marching band of death is playing loudly
but death marchers have forgotten
how to march.
G. Newton V. Chance was born in Tobago. He is a member of the Writers Union of Trinidad and Tobago and the Trinidad Poetry Workshop; attended Eastern Caribbean Institute of Agriculture and Forestry and works closely with nature as a Forester. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, reading and writing poetry. Believes the power of a song is its ability to evoke emotions by marrying lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, lyric without music can be just as powerful, there is music in lyric and lyric can be simple yet profound. In this age of computers, would like to model lines after simple, efficient code and, analogous to object oriented programming, achieve most of the imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives.