Outlook

 

 

It is dark in here

Outlook next year

My greatest fear

Is how will I fare

Post-script, prescript

I write, you write

However, tell me

Where is the light?

My side, your side

I guide, you guide

Who is to say?

Who knows the way?

Wondering, wandering

Pondering, pandering

Guessing and stressing

Struggling and failing

Three thousand and counting

Huge debt and mounting

Whose claim to fame?

Who is to blame?

Not me, it is you

Remember you did it too

Voted out, voted in

Same thing, same sin

Arguing and blustering

Debating and fussing

Bickering and battering

I hurting and lacking

 

 

Economizing, accounting

Politicking and doubting

Fooled me, fooled you

I seeing red, you blue

Promised better tomorrow

Free from pain and sorrow

Narrowly won the election

Now whole scale abjection

Downturn and recession

Giveaways and concessions

Leadership and obsession

Politicians and possessions

Global economy blamed

Excuse becoming lame

Lesser countries bounce back

Barbados, bottom of the pack

Insurance, no assurance

Management and decadence

Clientele of no importance

Executives’ self-indulgence

Downgrades, no upgrade

Disinvest and no aid

Standards and Poor

Moody and more

Prayer vigils engaged

Hell’s demons enraged

Prosperity recedes

Dishonesty impedes

Young ones crying

Parents pleading

No work, no job

No corn, just cob

The extent undisclosed

The vulnerable exposed

Families in disarray

May Day, May Day

What consolation

Before Christmas vacation

Thousands will go

Who? We don’t know

Many on the breadline

Job possibilities decline

No chance of hiring

No lack of firing

The opposition debate

Too little too late

This situation I hate

Tell me am I an ingrate?

Once it was all right

Now check my plight

Not much will to fight

Cannot see the light

The rich getting richer

The poor getting poorer

The sore getting sorer

The low getting lower

Removed the subsidy

From education tertiary

Must pay full subscription

For University tuition

Tourist arrivals down

Tourists refusing to come

To the island in the sun

Less laughter, less fun

Agriculture suffering

Farmers imploring

Manufacturing decreasing

Productive sectors ceasing

An opportunity let slip

That of entrepreneurship

Promised help never arrived

Few of these ever survived

Vulnerabilities, Complexities

Anxieties and trivialities

Uncertainties, abnormalities

These are my realities

Hear some tell

All will be well

Unable to buy, nothing to sell

Barbados, here I dwell

It is dark in here

Outlook next year

My greatest fear

Is how will I fare

Stewart Russell © 2013