Arts On Sunday

Time alone

Oh, time will tell

You think you’re in heaven

But you living in hell

You think you’re in heaven

But you living in hell . . .

Children weep no more

(Bob Marley)

I remember when we used to sit

In a government yard in Trench Town

And then Georgie would set the fire light

Logga wooda burning through the night

And we would cook cornmeal porridge

Of which I share with you

My feet was my only carriage

And so I got to push on through

So, no woman no cry

No woman no cry

(Marley)

I just want to shake hands and show the people that we’re gonna make it right, we’re gonna unite, we’re gonna make it right