It seems to me that grief is becoming permanently etched onto the faces of the people of Trinidad and Tobago.
Another person has lost a life, and another family is without a parent. Those tears are real, and present, on more faces daily.
In the meantime, the Government of the day spends money like drain water, fixing friends and family before anyone else.
No one seems to give a damn any more. My voice is like a fart in the wind, blown away as soon as it is expelled.
