St. Augustine Legal Affairs (STALA) Issue 2 | Page 12

By RISHANA BIDAISEE
Carnival
Little Girl
By Reisa Singh
By Kristen Sewnarine
Carnival is a time to show them what we mean by ‘we is’
Action brought to life instead of written ‘we are’
Music that acts as the spokesman for its glorification,
To the listeners who anticipate of this exciting jubilation.
Expression of our culture in these couple of days brought
to life,
Masked any other time of the year otherwise.

Hide in your room little girl,
and don’t look back.
You don’t want to hear, you don’t want to know.
Yet why does this situation continue to grow?

There is a problem rising in the atmosphere,
between two that you cannot bear,
The sun and the moon, ahhh yes it’s their battle today.
Like so many others you’ve heard you just want to run
Joyful parades of mocojumbies and burrokeets furnishes
away.
our masterpiece.
Memories of previous years fade into the creativity of the
Hide in your corner little girl and wait for the silence,
next rendering to our hopeful hearts.
the silence that you long to hear.
A weekend of declaration that transcends much more But it’s in their tone of voice you cannot help but fear.
than our country’s love,
You have a choice little girl and you are neither ready nor
The explosion of old and new,Sparrow and Machel makes
prepared.
variation in our art .
However you go out there with smiles and lies,
An array of colours painting not only the skies but every
And nobody knows or hears your cries.
road,
Here we explore pretty mass and jouvert, differently They are silent and forbidden like you are unable to tell
showed.
a soul
You drown them in a memory for that is all you can control.
Dancing under our Caribbean Sun,
Little girl, little girl hide in your corner and stay.
Partying every second til the festival done.
It will soon become the past, but you still can’t forget
Kiddie mass makes evident of our continuing heritage
yesterday.
A celebration where we, they cannot cage.
Sweet Trinbago
And at the end our minds are filled with successions we
By Jullisa George
gladly take,
Knowing that til it comes back around our identity they
Imagine a land of oil, steel pan, mass and calypso
will not shake.
With music so sweet
It bout to make you move your feet
With people so warm and friendly
Trust me everybody is your family
It will take one trip to this beautiful twin ilse
And you’ll be begging immigration for an extension
I call to your attention
The precise beauty of an island oh so southern
No matter what time of year you visit
You sure to be in time for a good good lime.