This poem was inspired by the current problems that Jamaicans are having with the scheduled increase in passport fees. I've been looking at the comments of many Jamaicans who seem rather incentive about the issue but I just smile because one day I might just find themselves in a position where they may finally understand why so many have taken this so hard.
Passport Saga
By:Saccheen Laing
The sun hot bad man
Look how long me stand up in a this line just cause me can't afford the 2000 extra dimes
Oh God man I'm sure this is a crime
Just to get a new passport I have to endure all of this?
One week notice them give us and never expect the bomb rush and the heckle and beckle
The head of PICA lock up tight tight a enjoy her a/c
While the heat from the sun a terrorize we
The flight of the poor shall go on
No little mercy on us who only get the little 5grand
Just to show that I am a Jamaican man
I wake up from before the sun rise above the land
Join this line to ensure that I am amongst the first thousand
Tell me is so the suffering ago continue for us the poor ones?
Many say we should just save and pay the extra 2grand
It's easier said for those who have the upper hand
We have to fight to protect the little that lands in our hands
The passport saga look bad on us man
I hold on tight on my little ones
The huff and puff behind me increases as the gate begins to shake
Any other day I would think is an earthquake
My children cry out as the crowd covers them
The passport saga reflects the disorder that covers the island
Increases left, right and centre but no one ever considers the poorest who live in Jamdung
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