I stand at the shores where our ancestors once arrived.
On boats filled to the brim with souls seeking
New Life, and instead, finding loneliness and pain.
Yet still, toiled in the soil of this land
Making the mark of a new home.
I stand at the shores where our ancestors once arrived.
Their footprints still deeply imprinted
In the hearts of their families both here and left behind.
Who influenced and cultivated a culture
Making the mark of a new home.
I stand at the shores where our ancestors once arrived.
I, a descendant of immigrant workers who sought
New Life. Who crossed oceans, braved storms,
To these islands built on blood and bone.
Trinidad and Tobago, a new home.
I stand at the shores where our ancestors once arrived.
Watching refugees of another land seek
New Life, only to be met with loneliness and pain.
Who only wish to toil in this soil and
Make the mark of a new home.
As we celebrate Indian Arrival Day this year, let us take a moment to consider the current Venezuelan refugee crisis.