POETRY.

THIS IS THE DARK TIME MY LOVE
This is the dark time, my love,
All round the land brown beetles crawl about.
The shining sun is hidden in the sky.
Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow.
This is the dark time , my love,
It is the season of oppression, dark
metal, and tears.
It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery.
Everywhere the faces of menare strained and anxious.
Who comes walking in the dark night
time?
It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader
watching you sleep and aiming at your
dreams. (  Martain Carter) One of Guyana's most celebrated poet

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