Kriol Soldier
Kriol is both my window and my door
Open all day, open all night, open all the time
Never closed nor asleep because they might wipe it out, just like a dime
Kriol is my yesterday and my today,
Tomorrow is unknown, and the day after tomorrow is one
many of us will owe
These days Kriol is a song many people do not want to sing
Some do not know it . . . and some do not like it.
Many are ashamed to talk it, because the white man does not like it
Kriol still has its people though,
I am one of those long-tongue Kriol soldiers
I will talk it and bark it every day on my walks
Kriol, sweet Kriol, my Kriol,
You and I will always be together until the end of my soul.