STRIKERS OF THE SOUTHERLIES

We love to strike

against order

against loss

against anything

that is against us

We love to strike

against change

against longterm plans

against progress

against hard times

in this land

We love walk outs

small talk, sit outs

law suits, shut downs

We love to strike

strike,strike

good resources down

We love to strike

Like stick fighters

In the night

Engaging   hype

We give real blows

And crave bragging rights

We love to win rounds

And protests in town

Like standing clowns

Juggling  rods of dishonesty

and integrity

and powers

We love a strike

but we don’t love tears

of unemployment

or deployment

or dissolutions

We only love enjoyment

And to Strike

balls away from

the goal post of strategy

Using trickery and

bribery  to dodge

red cards and stay

in the  refinery

Until we strike out

Our chances of betterment

When the money disappears

And the crowd no longer cheers

And regional counterparts jeer

at our  love of strike

But we don’t love to bleed

The way we bled

When we struck the rock

Like a Boboli

And the black blood

Raced from the veins

of this country

Into the pockets of few

And the hopes of many

We love to strike

Like, little Triniboys

And little Trinigirls

Strikers of the Southerlies

Caribbean

With childish mentalities

We  strike

And hold our ground

in attacks

Making monkey tricks

Ready to strike back

Until our mirror cracks!

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

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