Jamaican Story, what's the message for this one

Stiing behind the safety fence, Watching the world in flames, What good are their false promises, Their pledges and their claims; Whilst, I spin, pace, walk, turn,

Inspired by the loss of my friend's father, I never knew him. I wish I had.

A poem that came to me whilst observing bus stop behaviour.

Short poem about a small person who grew up

"...just close your eyes and rest,..."

"...the fields drown in the echoes,..."