Send em back!
By Jeremy Frith
If we sent back all the Portagees
From six generations;
If we sent back all the descendants
Of the Caribbean nations;
If we sent back all of the Limeys
That have come here since the wars,
And Canadians, and Americans
Who’ve made home upon our shores:
Then we wouldn’t have Quinton
Harry Viera or Sir John;
We wouldn’t have a Doctor Saul
To rest our future on;
We wouldn’t have a Freddie Wade
Or even a Lois Browne
We wouldn’t have a lot of folks
In front or back of town.
Cause either we’re all immigrants
Or we send ‘em back.
We cannot make distinctions of
White or brown or black
Either we’re together
Or we’ve got to weed ‘em out!
We’ve got to make decisions
Then act without a doubt
For these islands have been peopled
For about four hundred years;
They’ve seen a lot of happiness,
Soaked in a lot of tears;
They’ve watched their forests crumble
And their farmland turned to homes,
But they always held a welcome
For those who crossed the foam.
There was no one before us
‘cept the pigs that swam ashore,
And I think the pigs were Spanish
But I’m not really sure
So if we got really ruthless,
Stuck to true Bermudian vows,
We’d give these lovely islands back,
To de Cedar and the Cahows.
This poem was written over 20 years ago by Jeremy Frith and sadly it holds as much pertinence as it did when it was penned. Thanks to Josiah Frith for sharing