On August thirty first , nineteen sixty
Two, our islands gained their independence;
How proud we were it gave us such a sense
Of pride, people of this twin island state.
We now enjoyed a new found liberty;
Our cup was full but then so was our plate.
Fifty six years have passed and now I cry
Though our islands have grown by leaps and bounds,
But every where we turn we hear the sounds
Of gunshots as we recoil in despair
And look on helplessly as people die..
What happened to this land we love so dear.
Rise up ‘Trinbagonians’, take a stand,
Our country needs us and we have to fight
The evils that have near blotted from sight
The beauty of our isles, made us forget,
But we have to rise up, take back our land
From criminals, the war is not lost yet.
Trinbagonian… a popular term for people of our combined islands of Trinidad and Tobago