Winston Ferrell (Barbados) recited several poems and sang to Caribbean music toward the end of his performance. He described the range of his presented work as depicting the struggles of the working class to declarations of praise.
One of his poems reads,“hunger came to my door today, battered my brains, sucked out the sockets of my eyeballs, leaving me dry, mother gone, father gone, no friend, no brother, frustration, hunger came to my door today and today, jobless, penniless, pain gutted, reached for my pen and paper of hope and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote…” (Jeanette Charles/Venezuela Analysis)