OLD BAY SONGS

Sing, sing ,sing

sing ,sing

at the Old Bay

Sing  a new hymn

For crowds to

Boo

And  thieves to sway

Do sing

An ole tune

And not a new

Accompanied by  tanks

And high class pranks

Boo

Sing,

sing, sing, sing

Do sing, at the Old Bay

Where compartments

Hold extra fuel

That no one weighs

Sing

with your white collar

Choir of millionaire

accomplices

Boo

Do sing a costly chorus

And these Trinis will

pay you too

For your seventeen

Year-long song

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

When Oil Spills Over ;When Gas Ignites 

TO AEGEAN SEAS

As old as the ancient myths
As young as  their  new oil pits

Once world conquerors now befit
Vast reserves, on which Greek heroes sit

With  nursing babes on Aegean Seas
Can Trinis help to foster these?

To nourish,to train and to explore
These oiled babes of Aegean reservoirs

So young,so porous,so unaware
Have we not a century of tips to share?

Or dreams of being billionaires
With those naive in  this oil  sphere?

Debt coverage of the  Road and Belt
For Trinis, from Aegean Seas' wealth

Can  Greek  Empire  once again flourish
Can these wise Trinis adopt and nourish?

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

When Oil Spills Over ;When Gas Ignites 

IGNITIONS

To the whims of dragons

We build pipelines

Across oceans

in these hard times

Chancing ignitions

Of trade contraction

Market remissions

And much oppositions

We trade with everyone

But will everyone trade

With those

Who pet fiery creatures

With gases

And shells?

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

When Oil Spills Over ;When Gas Ignites