Paradise Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Idyllic islands that sparkle in the Caribbean sun,
Here is a place of triumphal rest where coconut trees swaying in dance,
One can contemplate walking down an esplanade of self indulgence,
Or swinging in a hammock in total relaxation where the mind's euphoria is not exaggerated in this padadisal Eden where peace is now threatened
By a particular brand of lawlessness spawned years ago,
When government after government turned a blind eye and pretended that all was well.

But now when the reality begins to set in there is an element of bewilderment even apathy,
For no one thought that it was possible for anyone to spoil our Eden.
But then, that is life and nothing remains in its pristine state forever,
And in these isles of the Caribbean Sea, we must seek to exorcise these demons,
So that our paradisal Eden space will bloom again like the beautiful flowers.