PHILIPSBURG, St. Maarten – Today is a day I'd like to forget But all the forgotten Are wailing from the belly Of the sea From the eerie silence Of the earth above them They all shout out Like the swearing winds
Of Irma: Remember us At least today.
How many of you fell Into the tsunami waves Of that monster from hell? How many found in the coffins Of their vessels When Simpson Bay became a cemetery for seafarers? Can anyone tell me How many were butchered By the sharp teeth of zinc While seeking to save Their grandmothers? Or dragged mercilessly away As they clutched the hands Of their loved ones? Today is a day I want to forget But the moribund voices Of the forgotten Are telling me to remember For we who survived Have turned cowardly beggars
Waiting for the crumbs of bread Massa believes is too much For us to handle by ourselves.
Those Irma in her fury Took away to reunite With the ancestors Deep deep down Beneath the raging sea Want to know If the loss of a roof, The loss of a house The loss of a job, Is greater Than the loss of their lives.
Today is a day I’d like to forget But I'm reminded That those who forget To remember their dead Really have little To live for.