All but she be blind,
None else can see
Barbados floundering in sargassum
In the briny sea.
In the land of the blind
She is the one-eyed king,
No wonder her brain-washed followers
Daily her praises sing.
Punching above her weight
Once applied to Bim
Now all roads lead to Mia Amor
Our female one-eyed king.
Naught but she can see
The reason for the tint,
She with her narrow one-eyed vision
Perceives a criminal link.
And like that Emperor
Who ventured to expose,
She daily exposes Bim’s nakedness
In her newly-styled clothes.
Give the police a chance
To see who is at the wheel
Of the get-away car being driven,
Is the PM’s appeal.
Be it in the day or night
Sight should be facilitated,
Remove or reduce the heavy tint
And crime will be negated.
The blind won’t ever see this
But a one-eyed king can
And surely, to my way of thinking,
This is Mia’s plan.
I can’t fault her for this
Seeing that I am also blind
And while I disagreed in the past
I must agree this time.
Which is better, pray tell
Between one-eyed or blind?
Even the blind will vote everyday
For the one-eyed kind.
A thorn in the eye
Not quite what Gabby sang,
Will at least leave that single eye
To see the snake’s fang.
Mia is not totally blind
But surely the rest of us are,
Like the support staff of her domain
None of us sees very far.
With such a loss of vision
Hopefully we would hear
But the propaganda wax in this canal
Makes us hearing impaired.
The tint that impairs seeing
And the wool over our eyes
Have surely blocked out the truths
We constantly deny.
It surely appears to me
Both one-eyed and the blind
Must accept the blame for our State
Being in such a bind.
Our sight has deteriorated
Thus, our reliance on one eye,
And that one eye is becoming dim
Though this we also deny.
The PM has lost her way,
With none to bring us back,
Though she has vision in a single eye
The others, total vision lack.
She is still the king
In this very blind land
Where a thorn can do nothing more
Than prick the PM’s hand.
Stewart Russell © June 4, 2025
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