In the hope we'd then fire as one.
Fifty years on, where are we?
Tell me, what, in half century, have we become?
On the landscape about solemnly I gaze,
Asking myself why better throughout was not done .
I linger, in hope good answer voices would raise,
Seems like forever I'll be waiting for one.
Wheel! Wheel, Trinbago, my love!
You blessed oasis which all of us suckle.
Only in partnership with the lady above,
Shall we be free of whate'er crippling shackle.
And may every creed and race,
Find equitable place!
And may God bless our nation!
And may every creed and race,
Find equitable space!
And may God bless our nation!
