50. Pride of a People

Pride of a people
Death of a culture

We came from those that risked their life
To make way for all our freedom
Those that broke their back  
For our economy to prosper
Those that did not see the potential
That we saw in ourselves

We are descendants of the salt pickers
Not sugar growers
Or vegetable sewers
But distinguished knowers
That made us different and special from the rest

Pride of a people
Death of a culture

We are fantastically French and delightfully Dutch
We are of both nations and of one mind
We are united always regardless of time
We stand strong, we stand together facing the tide

We are united because we are St. Martin

Pride of a people
Death of a culture

We come from those before us
Knowing nothing of them
We are a proud people
But why?

We have an aspect unique to us
But are we aware?
Do we care?
Are we now able to see the potential that they saw so long ago
Or are we blinded by our own self
Standing in the way of our own progress
With an arrogant stance and an ignorant heart
We have no idea of our full potential
But insist that we are the best

St. Martin of old created us
But we have long forgotten
We’ve forgotten who we are
What we stand for
And what we represent

We are the embodiment
Of two nations living peacefully

We are limited in our space
And everyone knows how to share

We may bicker as siblings do
But there is no one that can tear us apart

We are of the soil
And often forget the bloodshed on our soil
Those that died on our soil
That fought on our soil
That we are still here on this soil
And while we should be enriching it
We take, and strip and terrorize

We will be the reason for our fall
We will be the reason for our slow demise
Because we do not wish to nurture that of which we came
Rather she must nurture us, until her dying breath

We will not stop and see if she can take it
We will not ask her if she’s okay
We won’t even say thank you as she gives the little that she has

We shall take
And live
And kill her
Then we will be dumbfounded by the consequences of our actions

Pride of a people
Death of a culture

We pray she won’t let them destroy her beauty
But then again, we won’t help her help herself
So what do we expect?