Caribbean Heritage Poem by Patrick Derilus

My country was one of the first to gain it's independence...
Humid days and arctic nights...
With conditions like these...
It's almost seems hard to stay away...
Frequent feedback i get about my country now always seems to come out from Satan's perspective...
Thoughts transform into assumptions...
My heard bleeds out red and blue....Regardless of what Position my Country is in,
I shall not turn my back on it.