"De Bottle An Cyan Man" by Marty Campbell - Caribbean Poetry

Hello, guys. I have read this forum's rules but sadly, the poem I'm trying to analyze isn't on any website. I have a copy of it but I can't upload the photo, so I hope this community will understand that I put the text. The author of "De Bottle An Cyan Man" is Marty Campbell. This poem maybe will sound weird to you because it's written in Crucian. My first language isn't English, so I'm having a hard time analyzing this poem, and I would like to read your opinions about it. I have to write about it's subject, theme, tone, tools (simile, metaphor, etc), the regular things you have to do when you analyze a poem, but as I said, I'm having a hard time with this kind of poem.
Here it is:

"De Bottle an Cyan Man"
People trow cyan bottle papah
Cigarette butt
Ahl oval de highway de beach
an back in de bush
Wherevah dey go
I whoosh I live in a whorl where
people da treat de ground we
Wak on like me muddah

People da treat me muddah with respec
She eldahly an she mean well
So whatevah she do
People treat me muddah wit respec
Even me

Cause crazy as she be
Me love fa me muddah
is love

Sparks may fly
Dis way an dat
B’wha
Me love fa me muddah
is

not hot not cold
not silvah not gold
is blood

So de bottle an cyan man
De cigarette butt nut
Got to see

Whateva ya preferred substance
an de substance it in
We get it from we muddah we wakkin on

Let we give it back wit respec
not trow it or leave it lyin aroung
—me muddah would scream!—
Pack it an put it where it belong
an recycle it so we don have
to dig up so much again

not silva not gold
not hot not cold
is blood

-Marty Campbell