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Parliament

Can you hear the drums beating?
Do you hear the footsteps approaching?
Can you hear the horns of the flashy cars blaring?
Do you see the lines forming as the supporters come out cheering?
The doors are flung open 
As the parliamentarians come closer with their perfectly tailored suits and stush shoes

The seats are filled as the meeting begins
Some lean back with phones in hands 
Such looks of disinterest as the plans for the future takes the centre fold
Children and women being raped and murdered on street corners
The disinterested look grows stronger 
The prime minister flashes a bright smile 
She seems caring just for a little while 

Parliament is in session 
We can't disturb
Ministers busy discussing the future of our country
We dare not say a word
The hours roll by and some step out when the tension gets high
If Jamaica could cry out she would ask us why
Why do we continue to rip her to pieces as the years go by?
Her beaches try the best they can to cover the blood stained land

Shhhh the speaker of the house is speaking
What comes next on the agenda is who next to represent us in this game of politics
The last word is spoken 
The seats are cold again
What bright vision have they formulated?
The pen ink has dried 
The bills have been signed
Yet we remain weak in our knees
The horns fade out as they leave 
Betrayed with a smile as they tell us the suffering will only last a little while.

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