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