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Inside Jamaica

Posted Jan 16, 2006
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Struck by the people and images encountered through our work in Jones Town, we share with you a photo essay and inspired poetry both titled, 

Inside Jamaica:

Each day we pass these faces
Living in their confined spaces
Sometimes surrounded by waste
Most of them growing with the taste
Of sufferation and despair
And then add violence, gunshots ring through the air
But still hardworking and full of pride
So even in their eyes, they cannot hide
The feigning of hope
And so they cope
Some waiting and singing 'betta mus come'
Some sacrificing and plodding for the better, to come
Some wishing for the wings of a dove
Most surviving on the fumes of love
Look inside Jamaica and see the crying need
It might not be your neighbour, but you should take heed 

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    The poem is amazing.... its right on the bullseye. Your vision and empathy is remarkable!
    The poem is amazing.... its right on the bullseye. Your vision and empathy are remarkable!
    Dear Marvin,

    You are really doing some good work. Keep it up. Any hope of making robotics programmes available as an activity to other kids in the corporate area? I know my son would be interested.

    Gillian Mullings

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