Jamaica Jubilee Years
Remember it just like yesterday
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy turvy, hurly burly, brick brack, nick nacks
All this wondorous excitement
Ever child get a present
Me get two 'cause my plum friend Rosie
Was in love with me
Yes it was 62, the gun was fired
Independence day,
Jamaica draped in new clothes, fully attired
Black, gold, and green the new emblem
Out of many the motto, then the anthem
Busta came in and did a stint
Soon followed by Sangster's little sprint
But as soon as him took up the reins
He was overcome with natures pains
The trend was set, the pattern was laid
We start get false promises and cronies get paid
It was a six for a nine and a nine for a six
Rasta jump up in uniison and called it politrix
Then them win our votes
With chickenback, flower and salt fish
But inna inner city Kingston, a wish is in a dish
Between the politics and the economic sloth
Them bring in the dollar and burn the pound note
After the founding fathers
And Sangsters little stint
Shearer bridged the gap and blazed a trail
But instead of driving foreign policy
Him specialize in skirt tail
So come the next election
Jamaicans soon forget
Manley now preached socialism
And engineered a landslide win
But Jamaicans like licky licky politics
So come the next election,them let Seaga in
But economist can't run socialist country
And don't care how you dance pochominia
That don't feed hungry pickney
With a charasmic demenour and a visionary aim
Jamaicans let Manley sweep the floor again
But with CIA diversion, Cuban exclusion and garisson politics
Them fling out Manley, and Seaga come back with him tricks
Try as he might, with IMF driving foreign policy
And a deeeply devalued dollar currency
Them throw Seaga out and in came Patterson
With window dressed socialism and inate charm
He governed over an era and even weathered Gilbert's storm
But now him get bored and designated the leadership
Sister P was chosen
But in the shadows was Peter Phillips
Between the grooming and the infighting
Golding saw his chance and moved like grease lighting
And did a victory dance
But with saltfish politics and the cronyism
Mixed with the Tivoli incursion
Him abandon ship and let Holness swim
But thinking he was on a roll
Judging by the opinion poll
Him call a snap election
And Mama P win in a stroll
One Love.
Copyright © Reggae Magnet | Year Posted 2012
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