D Trini in me will always flex meh feet
To d rhythm of a carnival beat
Kaiso or Soca, it doh matter
So long as they have Trini humour
Steel pan and bottle are our own musical delights
To ears and eyes that witness this sight
Masqueraders in costumes and colours galore
Jumping and prancing to their heart’s content
This world stage is our greatest event
Trini folklore is reason to quiver
When La Diablesse, Soucouyant, Douens and Liaghoos take over
D La Diablesse will deliver you to madness and certain death
D Soucouyant will suck you dry until you die
D Douens will lure yuh chirren into d forest loosing dem forever
D Ligahoo is a master at disguise, she will wreck havoc in yuh lives
Thank God dem tings are only a myth
But bear in mind for yuh next trip
Trinis live in a mixed people land
Where it doh matter d colour of yuh skin
Black, white, red, yellow or green
We try to make all inclusive
A calaloo pot in the making
Except when it come to politics and elections
Then yuh see the race lines drawn across county divisions
Party not person is d voter's obsession
But when all is said and done d Trini culture rebounds
Usually, all united as one
(well unless you are exiled by your Government in times of a global and humanitarian crisis 😭😭🙃🙃😇)