POEM OF THE WEEK
Phone bill passa passa
Di junior minister in di Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Mussi have him phone surgically attach to him ears
Fa da bill deh surpass di million dollar mark
An when me hear dat me haffi remark:
Wedda him a chat to him bredrin, family or woman
Or is official government bisnis dat him did deh pon
Dat bill deh astronomical, me nah tell nuh lie
It so high dat it a look way down pon di sky
Him neva hear bout WhatsApp, Skype, Viber, or Tango?
Mussi tink seh money grow pon tree like East Indian mango
An dem seh dat data roamin did help mek di bill high
But if dat is di case fi true, him coulda use Wi-Fi
Nuh use dem tell we seh wi belt we fi tighten
When di taxpayer burden dem nah try fi lighten
Wedda di call dem is bout business or dem is bout pleasure
All a we suppose to be unda austerity measure
Fa health centre run out a contraceptive pill
An school pickney a use pit toilet still
An dem seh dem cyaa afford temperature checkin machine
Fa dem seh dat dem bruk, but me nuh buy dat, naa mean?
Me tyad a di neva endin careless spendin
Truth bendin an slackness defendin
Money a run inna government but it nah trickle down
To me an yu weh a struggle ya so pon di groun
- Michael Abrahams
Poem of the 'weak'!
How much longer are we going to say 'out of many we are one'?
Jew or Gentile, frown or smile, Caucasian or African
Does it matter anymore who I am? Christian or Sinner Man
Some preach 'give onto Caesar' - but they are sinister leaders
They divide and conquer and dock their ships in the sea of greed with anchors
Leaving the masses to suffer - without a doubt times are tougher
Much rougher - farmers 'dutty' tougher - global warming - the heavens a suffer
Clouds dehydrate so there is no rain - just island Jamaica with many growing pains
Not much water - do you need a magnifying glass to see things are so much harder?
People die on hospital floor - for sure - in wait - too late, hoping to see a doctor
People in Cornwall County quarrelling over who to take the seat of Roger
Is this country under a 'black reign'? Is seems our leaders are afraid to call on God's name
What a shame - saliva washes the leader of government's name down the drain
Where is the silver lining? Where is the opportunity to make hay while the sun is shining?
All we can see is pure fear and doubt - empty churches with much pomp and clout
Living rooms without couch, bins empty - nothing to feed rats or even cockroach
Yet artists keep singing, poets keep writing, streets watching
Many are locked in meetings deliberating while life is passing, much time wasting
Feet walking, mouths yapping, hungry dogs barking, babies crying
Can you hear the car horn tooting?
Ambulance sirens screaming
Police keep shooting, INDECOM keeps investigating and there is no escaping
Wage freezing, these are the seasons and times - beyond CVM or TVJ Prime Time
Jamaica needs a divine portion more than Holness or Portia
Mama use to say 'Uncle Sam sneeze and Jamaica catch a cold'
But slavery still nuh abolish since 1834 - One hundred and eighty years old
Who is it that is destroying the average Jamaican's hopes and dreams?
According to Gordon Robinson, Gleaner In Focus -
September 14, 2014
'Meet Your Slave Mistress' - Madame Christine Lagarde - why did she come a yard?
Was it to console those who annually cannot find $467,940 on their bank cards?
Our economic lungs struggle to breathe through clogged nostrils
With the coming of the Europeans how will modern Tainos pay our disease bills?
Could it be another invasion of those who plunder our wealth causing us to run to the hills?
If the Church and government continue to spiritually sleep
Before the ultimate brimstone and fire -
natural disasters will make many weep
Can you imagine a society without legs, no hands, and no mouth, much less gum to hold teeth?
Before long how will the PM as the minister of defence stop the intense a.m. or p.m.
Attacks in the street? - When demons takeover -
even the Commissioner will have to retreat
What is happening in this society? Rat infested skullduggery
Who stole my cheese? God - I beg you to intervene please!
Have we gone too far? It seems we stop stealing trucks and cars
To be now stealing from a physically challenged woman -
How dare you take her wheelchair?
How dare you with such diabolical coronation, market remedy for chik-V by grating seeds of pears?
Have we lost our godly fear and our passion as a people who genuinely care?
This is the reality - the end is very near -
O God, please dry my tears
And take hold of my hands and feet -
as I express my pain in my poem of the weak!
- Czedale Smallwood