The Web page of Joe

here have all we once knew gone?

Trampled by people that don’t belong?

Taking away its life and crushing its soul,

just for the dollar or an ounce of gold?

 

My Island I have forsaken you, as you change day by day.

Long gone are the people with whom I talked, worked and  played

Long gone are the carefree times and Island life.

Now it’s a rat race where you have to be on guard or lose your life.

 

I look back in time and with fondness I remember

all the good times I’ve had when my island was young and tender.

I feel as though a pearl that God made, somehow got lost in this mess,

And I fear its Too late to restore even if we do our best.

 

I once thought I heard the island say,

give me back the things that were taken away,

Give me my people that were born on my shore,

but have since left and return here no more.

I cannot change what has been done

its like trying to stop the setting sun.

It’s a sad thing to look at this island of mine,

its soul ripped out over a span of time.

 

So if you look at this place I call home,

If you look at the roads I once roamed,

You will see that they have all been but changed

, buildings go up and the landscape arranged.

 

The little shops so different and charming

were all replaced and this is alarming,

no more the differences on the street we called main.

though I try to remember its all been in vain

To find anything different on this street called main.

 

Everything is different , and the Indians are back,

Only they are not the ones that first came to my shores

way back.

Everything has changed but changed for the worst I think

The innocent way is gone, and I think it all stinks

 

Restore my island to a thing of the past.

Give it the gusto that we thought would last.

The things that attract have all but diminished

If we don’t do something soon our island will be finished!