None bestrides Barbados
Like PM Mia Mottley,
She appears in absolute control
Of the BLP party.
Any that oppose
Is likely to be disposed
And after the nine-day wonder
The matter is closed.
The Owen Arthur group
Appears loudly silent
With a silence so acutely deafening
They have lost intent.
It might be recessive
But dare not show its face,
Prime minister Mia Amor Mottley
Bestrides this place.
She can do no wrong
Even when she does wrong,
To her cultic following it’s a perception
Of the never-belong.
“They are not of us
Though they long to be
To share in the ongoing benevolence
Of PM Mia Mottley."
To drink of the elixir
That pours forth from her,
Being the greatest Prime Minister
In the universe.
Drunken they’ve become
In merriment and song,
Not only bemused but besotted
All the day long.
To whom can they turn
When none other compare?
That she is the greatest of all time
Should be very clear.
Mia’s unique elixir
Is the best cure for all
And it is in demand not only here
But also, abroad.
Now on the Forbes’ list
Of the world’s greatest females,
She climbs the international ladder
Without fail.
Position at number 99
The world is drinking too
Of Barbados’ Prime Minister’s elixir:
Her special brew.
How else could she do
All the things she has done
And still maintain her total control
On the hearts she won?
It has to be her elixir
They’ve been drinking from
Rendering them incapable of reason:
In fact, brain numb.
None bestrides Barbados
Like PM Mia Mottley,
She appears in absolute control
Of this country.
Stewart Russell © January 29, 2026
