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.