Give us justice

THE EDITOR, Sir:

Glory and love to our great-grandfathers of old. We their sons must copy their virtues, bold with courage in hearts to speak out for justice; ready to fight for our rights and secure freedom and equality for our land.

Oh mighty men is it because we are poor why we are deprived of justice? No sword or armour have we but with conscience we will fight on. The battle will be long, he that has justice will be strong and able to prolong.

He that spurned justice is weak and be like a flower in the morning sun, fresh and blooming and by evening withered and gone.

Oh mighty cruel men that slay our sons, daughters, brothers and sisters in the streets, bow your heads in shame, blood is on your hands.

Why should I my brother shoot, to maim so as to gain. Should this be the game, is all this not in vain? What glory can I claim can my conscience this sustain? Is my heart not in pain when on the ground my brother lies with blood flowing from his veins.

Oh come, let us fight and never run away, we are on the battlefield for justice.

I can hear Jamaica weeping, weeping for the rights of her sons and daughters and cannot be comforted for there is no justice. Give us justice, that's all we ask. 'Tis an illusion to expect peace when there is no justice.

I am, etc.,

ROBERT SOLOMON HENRY

Lot 11 North Monticello Crescent

Spanish Town, St. Catherine

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