Tuesday, September 30, 2008

"Wey daddy deh!?"

De jail dem full! senseless, mindless, influenced, men! dem a gwan a road, dem a run fu theif! dem geh catch...and deh ass lock up with no key!

Presuah bawl, from cracked walls, broken floor boards, and web hangin windows...

"Wey daddy deh?"

Thoughts from a small youth, 5yrs old, attached to the hip of his mother, other... a 2yr old brother, "on the way...if you may, the "unborn" with decisions on whether it should "come" or "stay"

De youth a try fu hustle...geh a dolla or 3, because mammy nah know wha else fuh do... council a come fuh break down de "koo-koo"

Youth used to see daddy tek thig dat wasn't he own, and go unda clock fu sell...stand up lil bit and come back with brand new money smell... But a day he go, and never return..."is wha happen deh" youth thought to himself..."is wey daddy gone"

Like 3 doors away, across de road, de same question ah ask, when a gyal pikaney notice she period pass...how much man don eat from de grass..lawd..another life gon to loss

"is wey daddy deh?"

Homes bruck up, society at fault, thing ain't goin nice! cause everything a gon worse since gas price a shoot up like fyah rass...

But even before de tumoil and stress, "daddies" today..weren't doin their best...hear nah...

Man a walk a road, see i thing he could afford...tek a nik, real quik...next thing you know, de man get sick!

If you think i don, de man had a son!...born from a woman that would mek bad name run!...he seh "he sick", she seh "from what", he seh "man, i think i must me hard hit de rum spot"

"Come lye down and tek you rest, i gon tek care ah yuh...don't stress"...

Lie he tell, fu cover de worse, few mournings after...he dead ass in a hearse!

Mammy alone fu carry de strain, but not only that...but all de bad name...
lil son a grow, with water in he eye, as mommy strive to geh thing to buy...

Many a household can relate to dis, some not exact, but you get the drift...
Daddy walk in, daddy walk out...thing a gwan in dis country, dem nah ting fuh shout about...

Country gon mad! de devil real glad...cause fathers not there for what's there to be had...

Mommy a call all de shots, cause family bruck up, daddy nah deh pun spot...children a grow one sided like...acting out in pain and agony alike...

If fathers were around, they'd bring satbility to families now that live in poverty...for the ones that are there...keep the good faith, cause many are lost, and now it's too late...

As for the shaking one's, Don't play with me!...cause i would have to shoot you or ya son for tryin to theif meh money!...

"Wey daddy deh?" is a societal disease!...Men put a stop to this ignorance PLEASE!!!

3 comments:

missp said...

A home-hitter! Very relative, graphic and thought-rovoking!

missp said...

*thought-provoking

Unknown said...

This should be a poem said for Fathers' Day! Damn! Real ting! In the Caribbean diaspora, this is a good message to the present and future fathers out there - from a child's view: "Wey daddy dah!?"