Buxton Spice at 50!
50 years since we pulled down the Union Jack
Flying high the Golden Arrowhead
Who would believe that the sweat blood and tears
Drenched the sugar plantations
Would produce such sweet Guyanese- more 'foreign' than at home
They said you will always depend upon the Masah
But you forget we are the El Dorado and the sons and daughters of Kaieteur
We made history with cricket and minds like To Sir With Love
They said politics destroyed our nation
See how Cheddi, Burnham and Rodney took positions
But you know our richness is in the six races
And from Fiji to Nunavut Guyanese singing Not A Blade of Grass
Because not even the Pope or the Grand Mufti knows
What makes our Interfaith secret such a recipe of love
So don't bother about how sordid our lives are
Stop taking away our future from our children's eyes
The fruits of our ancestors' labor
From slavery to modern indentured economics
Lalbahjee and Buxton's martyrs; no first our Amerindians
No more racism, no more exploitation
Never again, never in vain!
Cheers to a century!
