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

 

Window Dressing

 

 

There is much window dressing

All year round:

In store windows and in Parliament-

By persons renown.

 

I recall going into Bridgetown

With my dad and my siblings

And viewing the Christmas showcases

And this was so exciting. 

 

It cost my dad nothing more

Than a pack of nuts and bus fare

And while we stared at the show window,

No police appeared.

 

 

 

If that went over your head

It means you are quite young,

I am talking about back in the 60’s decade

When you were not around.

 

We seldom got what we saw

But we anticipated the tour

Though as we got older and better off

We did it no more.

 

You see, it held no more appeal

As it did when we were kids

And so, when we became young adults,

Other things did.

 

However, I must confess

Window dressing has returned

Though it’s not the window dressing

For which I once yearned. 

 

It’s not the store windows

But behind Parliament walls

Where MPs paint wonderful pictures

That have us enthralled.

 

Pictures about projects

That never get off the ground

But year after year they get recycled

Like a merry-go-round.

 

Window dressing of the kind

To attract investment

Like the recent legislation to encourage

Free regional movement.

 

  

 

Our west coast and south coast

Are strewn with hotels

And the picture of these coasts shows

Our country is well.

 

 

 

But while seeing is believing

All that glitters is not gold

And all this window dressing is doing

Is creating debt untold.

 

Window dressing in the form

Of importing experts galore

But the myriad of perennial problems

Still vexing us sore.

 

Borrowing to window dress

To prop up foreign reserves

Making the country appear wealthy:

Apparent future preserved.

 

Yes, a healthy environment

But a people grossly sick

Forcing them that are disenfranchised

To be economically slick.

 

Reimagining and reinventing

Window dressing décor

But nothing’s really getting any better

For our indigent poor.

 

Other than window dressing

That smacks of welfarism

That only generates more and more

Social rheumatism. 

 

The facility to climb

The proverbial ladder of success

Appears to be targeting a select few

Leaving most in a mess.

 

 

 

The country of opportunity!

A great window dressing ad

But beyond the window dressing façade

Things are really bad.

 

A renown Prime Minister

Respected worldwide

But the Republic she presides over

Experiences a great divide.

 

Between the rich and the poor

There is mighty wide gap

And often the token assistance given

Is more like a slap.

 

 

Like the window dressing

Of that $300 amount

That in the blink of an eye disappeared

From the poor’s account.

 

Absolutely no trickle down

Reaches the vulnerably poor

While the window dressing politicians

Get more and more.

 

The MPs dress up the window

And invite the poor to look

But these recycled manifesto promises

Produce only a book.

 

 

 

A book for posterity

Given to the poor for free:

“A Window Dressing Guide for Politicians”

Added to a sparse library.

 

A world of window dressers

Politicians have become,

Showcasing their promises to all

But only benefitting some.

 

Yet they are convincing

And for them we vote

Lured by another window dressing:

A politician’s master stroke.

 

Stewart Russell © October 19, 2025