Emancipation Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Torn between conflicting ideologies of origin and cultural identification;
A mass plethora of abiding confusion which in open readiness engulfs us, eager to spawn its own divisiveness.

These Caribbean waters reflect a people, who seemingly are not yet a people, suspended in virtual and perpetual limbo,
In the doldrums of political expediency where the genes keep us imprisoned, in the cell of our own history,

While the chieftains shout in gleeful ignorance,
As they hide behind an elan of quintessential fears
Of impending and eventual Emancipation!