The Hidden Treasure-An expectant mother-to-be reflecting on the miracle in her womb.
Poems

I cry for Jamaica

In the dark when everyone’s asleep

I lay crying for Jamaica

In silent tears flow from my eyes as

I cry out to my maker

An island that was once full of life has divided -separated

No more one love, no more one heart, no more getting together

The beautiful sun has turned into a living hell

And the light that was, has now diminished and God’s son is weeping

I hear the prophet’s voice calling “come back people, return to God”

For it was God’s hand that brought you out of slavery

On boats our ancestors were shipped to be sold

To be worked like a mule doing task they could not refuse

Blood stains are still on the ground and high on the hills

Where they were slaughtered and killed

Deep within the soil where they lay, they wonder if there fight was in vain

Where tortured bones lie still, their spirits cry in heaven for Jamaica

Come my African descendants, return to God Have you forgotten his mighty hands? African people come together and unite

Fill the church listen to God’s word Worshippers who worship in red open the eyes of the dead In the dark when everyone’s asleep

I lay crying for Jamaica In silent tears flow from my eyes as

I cry out to my maker

Marcus Garvey where are you…does your spirit cry at nights too?

Hit another great milestone.

About the author

Marcia Morris