Today Is Polling Day

  

 

Today is polling day,

The rhetoric is over

And the campaigning is done.

Each candidate strove

And fought tooth and nail

And their race has run.

 

Now it’s the electorate

That will now speak

As by their vote they will decide.

It’s a powerful moment

And it is left to see

How flow the ripping tide.

 

The outcome is critical

To every one of us

As we wait with bated breath.

Hence, the thrill of victory

And the agony of defeat

Invariably will attest.

 

 

 

One way or another

We must move ahead

As we steer this ship of state.

For whatever the tide

Be it in stormy gale

We must face whatever fate.

 

May democracy win

And the vote reflect such

Whether for Mottley or Thorne.

And let it be known

While party lines separate

We are mostly Bajan born.

 

So, perform your duty

Those so disposed

And do so in peace and in love.

For in the final analysis

An account is required

Before the One above.

 

Stewart Russell © February 11, 2026

 

Mekkin’ Mock Sport at We

  

 

Calling general elections

Whenever they please

With very little time to campaign

As though a tease.

 

The Opposition obviously

Trying to keep up

But with little time to work with

Becoming stuck.

 

 

  

Mia mekkin’ mock sport

At their manifesto

Declaring not only is it too late

But nothing to show.

 

 

Boasting about hers

And how early it was out

Forgetting she had an advantage

Given her ruling clout.

 

But here’s a message

To those revelling in red,

The times that we are living in

Are getting dread.

 

That slave mentality

That you are displaying

Is merely a replaying of de Massa

That you obeying.

 

After the ball is over

And the normalcy returns

You will become frightfully aware,

Aware of your burns.

 

Mentally and socially

And emotionally too,

They are really mekkin’ mock sport

At me and at you.

 

 

 

Give them 30 seats again

And see what I mean,

Democracy will become a nightmare

Not just a dream.

 

 

 

Keep closing your eyes

To what confronts you

And sooner or later you will get

What is your due.

 

Not what you desire

But something different,

Because Massa must get back

All that is spent.

 

Enjoyment will be brief

Normalcy will return

And for the life you were promised

You will still yearn.

 

All you that crossover,

You don’t really belong,

You think you are holding rank

But you are clowns.

 

Leaving your party

To hold on to coat tails

But when mock sport gets serious

You too will fail.

 

 

 

Yellow is a primary colour

Just like red

But any mixing is a different colour:

Orange instead.

 

Mam will not want that

So, you had better beware,

She will make mock sport at you

In the public’s glare.

 

What an embarrassment

That will be!

But just you remember that you too

Made mock sport at we.

 

Treat the electorate

Like they are illiterate

And one day soon they too will laugh

When you get tricked.

 

 

Don’t vote for an opposition

You have been told,

So, give them another clean sweep

And see what unfolds.

 

Only one can rule

Thus, a divine entitlement,

Swallow such unfounded stupidity

To your own detriment.

 

Give me a cool 17 to 13

And I say either way

And let me see how Mia performs

With less say.

 

That is wishful thinking

And unlikely to happen,

With so many dancing clowns in red

We are already smitten.

 

That’s why they laugh

And make mock sport at we

But they’ll have to pay the pied piper

At the end of their spree.

 

 

 

Getting rid of rats is one thing

But it comes with a cost,

Do remember that red is a warning

Much more could be lost.

 

Our freedom and democracy

Is seriously at stake

So, spare me all this mock sport

For our nation’s sake.

 

Stewart Russell © February 9, 2026

 

Manifesto of Promises

  

Our manifesto of promises:

Here is what we will do,

If only you give us your vote

We’ll see you through.

 

 

  

Our manifesto of promises

That we have timetabled

And we pledge to follow through

For we are able.

 

We cross our hearts

And we also hope to die

Showing you how serious we are

That we won’t lie.

 

Who would go so far

As the third verse did state?

None, for that is like handing you

Their heads on a plate.

 

An escape clause

Is what they will present

For oft times the promises made

Are just intent.

 

We knew it was bad

But not really this bad

And of course, we made promises

On what we thought we had.

 

 

 

May work for those

That are trying to get in

But for those that are actually in,

It’s a cardinal sin.

 

For, they know the truth

Of what is there or not,

They were the elected custodians

Of the entire lot.

 

If it were as bad

As they make out to be,

They’d hope the opposition wins

And they escape free.

 

Do you see the point

That I am making here?

Well, if you don’t, I am so sorry,

To me it is clear.

 

  

A manifesto of promises

Is invariably one’s intent

To sway the eligible electorate

In a certain bent.

 

It is like the calypso:

“You hear lie? That is lie.”

And smacks of clever politicians

Operating on the sly.

 

‘Tis a difference between

Manifesto and manifest:

The latter is closer to the truth;

The former is a mess.

 

  

A manifesto should be

A five-year plan

But when completed in far less,

That is a scam!

 

Consecutive snap elections

Convince me of this

Unless something is significant

That I have missed.

 

A manifesto of promises

Is invariably one’s intent

To sway the eligible electorate

In a certain bent.

 

Stewart Russell © February 9, 2026

 

The Word Became Flesh

 

 

As words go

Here is simplicity

But as to the enormity

Here is immeasurable profundity.

 

The Word became flesh:

What does it mean?

I will share the little bit

That I have gleaned.

 

Not much I assure you;

Just a little grasp

For as to a full understanding

That’s an impossible task.

 

Genesis 1:1

In the beginning God,

Already as you can see

This is tall.

 

God and the beginning

Are not synonymous

But re all that came into being

There is purpose.

 

 

Without God

There is nothing

But with God

There is everything.

 

In the beginning

Was the Word,

Not another beginning-

Don’t be absurd.

 

Just one beginning

As in Genesis 1:1;

The same being reflected

By the apostle John.

 

The Word was God

So stated John 1:1

Suggesting to the reader

These two were One.

 

As to the words

There is understanding

But as to the profundity

It is baffling.

 

Moses: witness #1

John: witness # 2:

Both holding vantage points

That gave a clear view.

 

Moses

And the Old Covenant;

John

In the New Covenant.

 

In the Old

Christ was concealed,

In the New

Christ was revealed.

 

From the beginning

The Word was with God

But understand this, my friend,

This is not all.

 

Here it is:

The absolute rest!

The Word dwelt among us

In the form of flesh.

 

Herein is purpose

As mentioned before,

As the eternal God in the flesh,

The Word is the Door.

 

I am the door

Says the living Word,

It is situated at John 10 verse 9

In God’s Holy Word.

 

 

The Word became flesh

And dwelt among us

As the incarnate Son of the Father

And his name was Jesus.

 

His name is Jesus

Saviour of the world

Meaning: to every single soul

That believe on his Word.

 

God in Christ Jesus

Reconciling the world,

Revealed in His incarnate Son

Spoken of in His Word.

 

Denied by the Gnostics:

Nothing good in the flesh!

For them, Jesus the Christ

Was not real, more or less.

 

Antichrists they were

Regarding their lack of belief,

The fact that Jesus was in the flesh

Brought them no relief.

 

 

The Word becoming flesh

Was to their detriment

Thus, on account of their belief,

They could not repent.

 

Salvation and thus,

The redemption of man,

Is secured on one’s saving faith

In God’s redemptive plan.

 

He shall be called Emmanuel

Meaning God with us,

That one who came in the flesh

Is our Saviour Jesus.

 

It is a minimal grasp

Re what I have tried

But by faith in what I understand

Jesus I won’t deny.

 

Acts 20:28

 

God purchased the church

With his own blood,

The Son is essentially God and thus,

Only he could.

 

Through his blood

We are saved from sin,

He, therefore, is the only door

By which we enter in.

 

2Corinthians 5:19

 

To wit,

That God was in Christ,

Reconciling the world unto himself,

Not imputing their trespasses unto them;

And hath committed unto us

The word of reconciliation.

 

 

 

John 1:14

 

And the Word was made flesh,

And dwelt among us,

(And we beheld his glory,

The glory as of the only begotten of the Father,)

Full of grace and truth.  

 

Stewart Russell © November 15, 2024

 

The X that Passes

  

 

Teacher failed me

But she gave you a pass,

Maybe she favours you above all

That are in her class.

 

The X that passes

Does not indicate fail,

But rather, it is symbolical of one

That has availed.

 

Checking the boxes

Is indicated with a tick,

However, there is just one time

When we get trick.

 

 

 

In the silly season

Or general election time

The X captures our attention

With X on our mind.

 

Wrong becomes right

And the X replaces a tick

And yes, this is that very occasion

When we are tricked. 

 

Promises are made

As usual to do better

And we pass unfaithful servants

Becoming their debtors.

 

 

 

Masters rather briefly

Then become the slaves

While those we passed with an X

Behave like knaves.

 

How I hated an X

When I was at school

And now those receiving my X

Take me for a fool.

 

They’re out canvassing

To fool me again

But I know all they are about

Is causing me pain.

 

 

 

Taking my X for a pass

And doing as they like

Because we are the real morons

And they are bright.

 

Electorate or illiterate

I leave you to choose

But when an X becomes a pass

We invariably lose.

 

Stewart Russell © February 3, 2026

 

They Don’t Care

  

 

They don’t care

Hence, the growing apathy,

Government after government

Regardless of party.

 

They don’t care

Hence, the colossal waste,

HOPE, a project of hopelessness:

What a disgrace!

 

An Auditor General

Without any teeth,

Year after year his candid report

Ignored by the chief.

 

Made light of

Like the Czar in COVID-19,

Who we almost did not recognize

Had left the scene.

 

One day he was

The next day he was not

And not a single explanation

Had we got.

 

 

 

They don’t care

When we complain

And the excuses they give to us

Are rather lame.

 

They can’t cut VAT

But they will raise salaries

So, the merchants can raise prices

And cause more misery.

 

Guns are increasing

And so too, homicides

But they do not care, I tell you,

Whatever betide.

 

Promises, promises!

Sounds like they care?

Just remember who governed

These seven years.

 

Seven and a half

And two slaps in the face

By calling two snap elections:

What a disgrace!

 

 

 

That they don’t care

Is exceeding clear to see,

I pray they won’t be another 30-0,

Lord, let it not be.

 

They just don’t care

After a year or so

And severe misery and neglect

Is all we can show.

 

Stewart Russell © February 3, 2026

 

We Seeing Red

  

 

We seeing red

In more ways than one,

In one way it looks like the BLP

Already won.

 

In another

It is the cost of living

Determined by the harsh policies

By who’s presiding.

 

We seeing red

The BLP still on the up

But the blood of valuable youth

Clotting in muck.

 

 

 

‘Tis in the street

For everyone to see,

A lot of shooting and stabbing,

As in a spree.

 

We seeing red

As in the BLP posters

Making all opposing candidates

Look like jokers.

 

 

 

Red and Ready

Is their rallying cry,

Grant Mia Mottley a third term

Lest we die.

 

We seeing red

It could be the sunset

Or it could be billions of dollars

As in our debt.

 

It could be the GDP

With the country in red

And for the majority of us all

Things real dread.

 

 

 

It could also be

The BLP’s supersonic rise

As they achieve millionaire status

In smart disguise.

 

We seeing red

Blood vessels bursting,

On account of migraine headaches,

And Mia trusting.

 

We seeing red

Because we are afraid

That nobody other than Aunty Mia

Can access aid.

 

 

 

So, bear in mind

Should she be returned

The red we see might be our Bim

Crash and burn.

 

We seeing red

In more ways than one,

Is it time to change red to blue

As in Thorne?

 

 

Republic is red

Independence is blue,

I would wish to know the answer;

Won’t you too?

 

Stewart Russell © January 31, 2026