In het kader van werkende mensen: zwoegen vanaf het begin der tijden, vrouw die suikerriet snijdt, man die zijn net uitwerpt bij vloed.
This is my island in the sun
Where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters
Your shining sand
As morning breaks
The heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters
Your shining sand
I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters
Your shining sand
I hope the day will never come
That I can’t awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical
Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters
Your shining sand
Island in the sun, Harry Belafonte
– Uitgelichte afbeelding: By William Dobson Valentine – Krista Thompson, The Evidence of Things Not Photographed: Slavery and Historical Memory in the British West Indies https://arthistory.northwestern.edu/documents/faculty-books-articles/Thompson-EvidenceofThingsNotPhotographed.pdf, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=146805339
