Our Island of the Sun

Our Island of the Sun

by Winston Riley

Legend

A king whose ship was lost at sea pleaded a course of sanity.

Dependent on each other, the crew on deck should have sought esprit.

To such a ship came King O'bom.

Instead the crew, intent on blame ruled by anger, they sought to shame each other

on this land, whose name

was Island of the Sun

Two sides were formed, the red and blue. Which sword of these, they knew not whose

was tempered best. For strength be true, the test was hope for all--not few.

All eyes were focused on O'bom.

From far enough above, the ball seemed motionless and could not fall if tribes connected,

one for all on Island of the Sun.

What was the goal, they should have asked. For things designed to toss, not last?

To find the games which pleased them best? Would such an end provide them rest?

This voyage would define O'bom.

No easy job for any man. Invisible, they say, the hand which moves the trading of the land

on tiny Island of the Sun.

So much bloodshed traced back to oil with cousin coal their sky did boil.

Their rivers stunk and species failed, as with their values lost, their soil.

For these crimes they blamed O'bom.

Sixteen thousand kids died each day from hunger, instead of laughed or played. (I pray that your child, like mine, may

flourish on Island of the Sun).

Much of the pain, they believed by scriptures read could be relieved

and would comfort them in their grief. Would God guide Commander in Chief

to save a hungry child, O'bom?

"My Lord is best," one side would say. Others claimed theirs would save the day.

For tint of skin and love of faith, they waged a war

under the sun.

On what few things could they agree? What sacred views could both they see?

From pain all children should be free and healthy land on which to be

Petitioned thus to King O'bom:

Books and shoes, enough to eat. Not mines but grass under their feet. Unspoiled air

to breath and meet

on Island of the Sun!

Now

On these two battles we depend. A safe haven for all children and toxic free

systems have always been the guiding rule of nature's blend.

All eyes are focused on O'bom.

Perhaps it's us--our blue and red. Can we these two colors shed? So that all children

can be fed on Island of the Sun?

What's the difference between us two? So many bad habits to lose. If some of mine are lost,

will you? Purple is made by red and blue. Do not mistake the hue

O'bom!

Preservation of life requires that we take lessons from the fire, the care of which we should never tire

is Our Island of the Sun