Rape of Jamaica

Mother of us all
Place of our birth
How can we stand aside
And watch the rape of the world

This the beginning of the end
This the most heinous of crimes
This the deadliest of sins
The greatest violation of all time
Mother of us all
Place of our birth
We all are witness
To the rape of the world

That excerpt from Tracey Chapman Rape of the World fully expresses how I feel about what's happening in Jamaica today. My beloved country is crying out, Criminals are taking over and this land of wood and water has turned to the land of bloodstains and tears.

Been wanting to write this since yesterday when I first saw pictures of policemen helping to move almost 200 residents of a St catherine community out of their homes because they were branded as INFORMERS by gunmen and told to move that very day. Seeing it on THE STAR front page just ressurected that sadness I felt when I first heard the story.

Why were policemen helping these people who had worked for years to finally own a home to move out? Why were they helping the criminals to win? Shouldn't policemen be helping people to feel safe in their homes? Or are they afraid too, so they tell the people "better unuh flee cause we caan help unuh'?

But you see that's what happens when policemen start to witness area leaders signing peace accords and so called cease fire pacts. Mark sheilds being in August Town to witness such a pact being signed between criminals just highlights the fact that the police can't stop crime. It's as if we are at the mercy of criminals and that unless they decide the war will stop, then they cannot be stopped and we have to stand helplessly by and watch them overrun our country. But what else do we expect?

What else can we expect when just today two more policemen were charged for corruption. What can we do when more than 70 cops have been charged for corruption since the start of the year...and these numbers i'm sure in no way reflect the number of corrupt cops in the force.

I tell you, we all are witnessing the rape of Jamaica, our children are being raped, killed and discarded like garbage, everywhere men and women are being gunned down in the worst way. Everyday our hearts become more hardened, it's getting to the point where people will walk past a dead body on the road and just go about their businesses without batting an eye. I am guillty too, because leaving North Stree one night after work I didn't even turn a curious look down the road even though I knew a body was still on the ground, the bullet still warm inside the wound. Who cares? Just another dead body.


Mother of us all
Place of our birth
How can we stand aside
And watch the rape of the world


That's what my current facebook status means, we wait for some god or super power to save us when we don't realise it's each of us who has to do our part to save ourselves and our country.

THERE ARE NO SAVIOURS THAT ARE GOING TO COME AND RESCUE US, WE ARE OUR OWN SAVIOURS.