Dear Editor,
Our sincere condolences go out to all those who suffered from the M.V. Barima’s tragedy.
“A night of quest, when many went to rest”
A dark, troubling Saturday night,
At sea in July’2026, there was no light.
As the waves grew in height,
The water lashed with all its might.
It was the 18th, many felt it right,
To board the MV Barima, when it was bright.
Leaving Georgetown, somewhat in delight,
Families looked forward to arrive home, alright.
The moon hid, perhaps a sign of blight,
Unseen stars, they too, took a flight.
No one imagined a moment of fright,
When, for their lives, all had to fight!
As danger struck, it became a Titanic plight,
A boat, once afloat, was no longer upright.
The water rose, it was a sorrowful sight,
Cold and callous, fear and despair, alight.
Endangerment knew not how to be polite,
It did not prejudice the color of black nor white.
Drama nor trauma, no one did invite,
What remained was a dreadful site!
An SOS call, a distress signal ultimately ignite,
Near Iron Punt, an urgent response did incite.
Search and rescue teams, in all their mite,
Went bravely, not to quit but to unite.
Many a soul lost, like a fallen kite,
Many will not enjoy another drink or bite.
This tragedy will forever excite,
A mournful story to write and rewrite.