The Real Martyrs of Guyana
They were ordinary women
Wives and daughters
And hard working men
Sons and fathers
Too scared to take a day off
Too scared to face the sardars
Too scared to get flogged
They gave their loyalty
The bakrah always wanted more
They had the upperhand for sure
For they had the whip
And the greedy sardars
To do their dirty work
The crooked magistrates
And corrupt police
To carry it out
The Indians had only Lord Rama
Their culture and strong dharma
Until brave Beechu came
They crossed the calla pani
For betterment
They came to Guyana
And got maltreatment
Betrayed by arkatis in the North
And maistris in the South
The indentured Immigrant
Was in for a long hard ride
In1839 James Crosby tried
To help the wretched Indians
But Gov. Hincks silenced him
And also Beaumont and William Des Voeux
In 1870 at Pln. Devonshire Castle
On the Essequibo coast
When they stood up for better wages
Police shot down
Maxidally, Kaulica, Baccaroo,
Baldeo and Ackloo
In 1896 five died with buckshot
Cause they protested
When Manager Gerad van Nooten molested
An Indian married woman
As the husband Jungli stoodby helpless
And got killed in the broil
In 1903 six died when they refused
To work for reduced wages
To do the burdensome half banking
And Cut and load for 59 cents a ton
Then got shot down
With the police gun
In 1913 at Rose Hall Plantation
Fifteen workers were shot
Including Gobindei
When workers were deprived
Of their legal 4 days’ holidays
Long hours without extra pay
High rents for rice beds
And the bullying attitude
Of head driver Jugmohan
In 1948 five got killed at Enmore
The martyrs here were Rambarran,
Lalla Baggee, Pooran, Harry
And Surujballie declaring
“Its better to sit down and starve
Than to work and starve.”
All in their prime of life
Then in 1964 the famous
Only 44 years old quiet Kowsilla
Hard working mother of four
Was mowed down by a tractor
Maybe starving in India
Was better than starving in Guyana
Oh Ram you are our only hope!
This plantation life has no scope
From the onset the ex-slaves hated them
Thought they were a threat
The sardars whipped them
They were denied passes
So they can’t move
From one estate to another
If caught without a pass
They were fined or jailed
Or their wages were reduced
It was a lonely uphill battle
From the very get go
They gave their sweat and loyalty
To save the bakrah’s sugar industry
And what they got for this?
In return over 50 workers got bullets
Just for demanding justice
The immigrants
Who served their time
Are the real Martyrs of Guyana
The soils are mixed
With their blood, sweat and tears
They were poorly treated
Poverty was their crime
Although they were knocked down
Many times by the Bakrah
But they were never knocked out.
The generations alive today
Should always pay homage
To these fallen martyrs.
I learned more in your poem than in any of my history classes. I understand the story, but none of the names or places you mention. This poem has made me aware and most of all curious...which is an awesome impact. Can't wait to read the rest of your work. Kudos to you.