Guyana Glows Within – By Dmitri Allicock + video

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Guyana Glows Within

By Dmitri Allicock


A thousand miles and poles apart

Guyana glows within your heart

Where precious memories reside

Sad or happy you can decide


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My Native Land – Success Elementary School (Guyana)

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  • compton de castro  On August 26, 2014 at 6:37 am

    Beautiful !
    Observation….twice as many girls as boys..WOMEN Guyana
    future !
    Thanks my brother ‘songs of praise’ indeed.!!
    Write on………..

  • Dmitri Allicock  On September 7, 2014 at 8:41 am

    Thanks Kamtan

  • de Castro compton  On September 7, 2014 at 8:52 am


  • Norman Tewarie  On October 1, 2014 at 3:56 pm


    My Guyana was a real Paradise
    When I left in nineteen seventy
    Everything was sugar and spice
    The people were free and happy

    My Guyana was one of real unity
    People working and living together
    Not one of hatred and or enmity
    Setting one race against the other

    My Guyana was a real Paradise
    What I saw when I visited I became very sick
    Nothing was good, safe, or nice
    Not what was said when we became a Republic

    The Botanic Gardens one of Guyana’s pride
    Also the Museum, the Zoo for visitors and all to see
    Not a haven for the choke and robbers to hide
    But where Queen Victoria presided in all her majesty

    Stabroek market was a real busy hive of activity
    Happy banter, bargaining and music filled the streets
    Everywhere there was love, life, laughter and gaiety
    And the vendors’ stands filled with greens and sweets

    It was when our dholl was a staple food
    When the people eat what and when they wish
    Not banning an item when in a racial mood
    And there is no substitute for a similar dish

    My Guyana has no earthquakes or hurricanes
    Cyclones, volcanoes or winters
    Except at times a few rough tides on the main
    Cool perpetual 75 degree summers

    My Guyana was the hub of the West Indies
    Exporting to the main and all the Islands
    To North America, Europe and across the seas
    And kept up with all the numerous demands

    Rice was top and sugar was still King then
    Guyana was famous for its long grain Super rice
    And #79 rice was far better than Uncle Ben
    The labours and result of all the farmers’sacrifice

    The East Indians are the farmers of Guyana
    The sweat of their brows feed the nation
    From the sweet sugar-cane to the long bora
    Fruits of good husbandry and dedication

    The Indians came and became prosperous
    After emancipation the Negroes left the main
    My forefathers came from India in the SS Hesperus
    To work on the plantations cutting cane

    From Crabwood Creek to the distant Point Playa
    The 270 mile long coastland was the country
    That is what I remember of my beautiful Guyana
    In ‘83 that is what I would have liked to see

    Instead, my humble heart bled everyday
    To see my beloved country in pain dying
    A shanty town, so shocked to see it this way
    Stifled by the ever present army patrolling

    I found a ghetto instead of Georgetown
    The fear and decay were everywhere
    Which would scare even a hog or bound
    Neither would want to stay or live there

    Black Market was the way of life
    The prices were so darn bleddy high
    All around was teeming with strife
    You watch the goods but cannot buy

    In Guyana there are two laws
    Black marketing of course is illegal
    Party members have no flaws
    And if caught it’s your own downfall

    The PM said you can never join the band
    You had to be born in it
    They want to change the face of the land
    Another slogan by that misfit

    Grants and aids were divided
    Given to the army and supporters’ purse
    As the state’s coffers subsided
    Making the PNC government a damn curse

    Like maggots eating away among the ranks
    Licking the platter leaving the treasury bare
    Stacking it away in some foreign banks
    Always asking the taxpayer further to share

    The Government now masters of divide and rule
    Has turned friend into foe, son against father
    Convincingly using this cheap low trick as a tool
    To keep the peoples at war to they stay in power

    The party wants to change your pigmentation
    National Service is a guise to corrupt our women
    To blend them gradually into their population
    Against the will of the parents, children or men

    In my Guyana I remember you could
    Leave your door open without a bother
    Cause the people were decent and good
    And they always look out for one another

    Today Guyana has reached a ridiculous stage
    All the houses in the rural countryside
    Have design iron bars resembling a bird cage
    Sometimes offering no protection to hide

    They would attack anytime day or night
    Using anything even the army machine gun
    The police or army is never in sight
    Always appearing when the damage is done

    When your doors and windows are too secure
    And they can’t kick it down with their army hoof
    You’re still not safe whether you’re rich or poor
    For they may be coming through your roof

    My Guyana belong to Guyanese at home and abroad
    Not to a fake elite who usurped power by propagating fears
    By violence, rigged ballots and whose whole life is a fraud
    But to the punters and the cane cutters, the real pioneers

    Now the plane is filled with hucksters
    Grabbing goods and items of all types
    Forcing off the legitimate passengers
    Behaving like wild hyenas with stripes

    To clean up the damage of decades of decadence
    Even when the satanic corrupters are gone?
    Would call for feats of fortitude and real patience
    Hoping to God the old bad blood would pass on

  • Carol Allman  On October 29, 2014 at 8:44 am

    Hi Dmitri … I didn’t go back for a vacation since 1981, very bad on my behalf, but you just simply keep me so updated with the past and present Guyana I feel as though I’ve been there recently… Keep up your good work and may God grant you more and more wisdom my friend …. Love and light to you always

  • Carol Allman  On October 29, 2014 at 8:46 am

    Your poems are beautiful… God bless

  • Dmitri Allicock  On October 31, 2014 at 12:27 am

    Thanks guys

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