Those striking little politicians,
Who go around seeking votes;
Promising to change the world,
By taking notes and oaths.
Smiling with babies and old ladies,
Climbing the ladder another rung;
Appearing in places they'll never revisit;
Singing songs that were already sung.
What if they should be examined
And seen dishonest to the very core?
How come the public simply votes,
Without ever really being sure?
Has it become a prerequisite,
To be a thief or an extortionist?
A willful liar in or out of court?
A bump, a sore with puss or a cyst?
Society should not be so infested,
With behaviours so patronizing;
And chaos, and madness and mayhem.
Frightening and antagonizing!
A STILL LIFE
[Written in Jamaican]
How very wandaful it is fi know
Seh mi go a school an pay attention
To maths an science ca dem important
But wah me always love is the elocution.
Clear, distinct, expressive speech,
On Litany or concise articulation,
Mix wid a drap a Spanish or French
Or German fi extraordinary execution.
So if mi shoulda go a any restarant
Y mi quiero mi cake a la mode
Dem betta serve it up pronto
Cause a nuh like mi a talk inna code.
Den wen mi tell mi fren bon apetit,
It nuh mean 'bun up yuh teet', oh dear!
Warsaw Concierto discussion end up,
As' walk sharp and shelta'; au contraire....