Why is it that men in this country are killing so many women and children?
Why can’t I meet all my deadlines without having a meltdown?
Why do I miss someone I only knew for three days?
Why am I broke again?
Why don’t I take better care of my hair?
Why am I asking questions to which I have no answers?
Why don’t you weep
When I hurt you
Why don’t you weep
When I cut you
You don’t bleed
And the anger builds up inside
Brazen (Weep), Skunk Anansie
Equipment for smelter coming, Papa Patos says. Whether you like it or not, it’s coming.
Plenty ports on the south western peninsula to take away the drugs. Build plenty pretty schools that look like holding centres for refugees. No windows, no wide open spaces for children to see the sea outside. Teach your children to be prisoners in buildings, that work is for indoors and nowhere else. Take them away from any connection to outside.
Never mind in some countries you can’t build schools without natural light. No windows, just walls, pretty walls. No way to drink in the fact that they live on an island. To notice, as Nobel Laureate John Agard has pointed out, that their peninsula is shrinking.
Electric lights blind douens but we lose our children in concrete jungles everyday.
Equipment for smelter coming and plenty ports and industrial estates on a shrinking peninsula. To keep out the drugs but not the sea from reclaiming what is hers.
To keep out the drugs but not the sense of not owning this land that the sea will reclaim, one day, congotay.
Plenty in store for the south western peninsula to keep out the drugs. Switch one white powder for another. That is the way, indeed.
Put smelter in your pipe and smoke it, pipe that carbon dioxide deep deep down into your lungs. It’s good for you. Because you can eat the food your devaluing dollar will get you. Dig the green plants out of the earth, replace them with concrete ones. They will bear strange and bitter fruit, but we will get used to the taste.
And when you get sick, at least you’ll be able to afford like the ministers and the opposition members, to go away and get good treatment.
Smelter equipment coming and communities want to be happy that at least now young men might not be so listless. If they get a trade and a good work they might turn their lives around, start to mind their children, stop smoking and liming and going down the main to buy guns and drugs to feed the habits of nice rich kids in town.
Because it’s no scene that BP is laying off twenty per cent of staff. No cause for alarm that we are building and building and burning gas and money.
Because if push come to shove we can always eat all the concrete.
Equipment for smelter coming, even as a fireworks company never thought that exploding fireworks indoors was a health and safety disaster waiting to happen.
Equipment for smelter coming, along with plenty desalination plants. Because it’s much better to use energy to purify water than it is to just leave the trees on the Northern Range to grow and therefore protect our groundwater resources.
Everything makes sense in this nonsense town.
No more gas subsidy but equipment for smelter coming. Super farms but Caroni is dead. Trucks being looted for food, but people will eat smelter. Trucks being looted for food – this is normal. Because all poor people are thieves, except when you need them to put you in power.
As normal as a priest casting out a man like a malevolent spirit. As normal as stepping over human filth in the city streets.
As normal as using a laptop in parliament.
As normal as racial slurs on the radio and everybody vying for the enviable title of being the most oppressed group in the nation.
Equipment for smelter coming. Deals done in my name that I do not approve. Deals done in my name that I do not want.
We shall overcome. Remixed for the time. Equipment for smelter coming. We shall be overcome.