Mr. Sweet Talk by Samuel Singh

Look inna he shine eye

and hear dem nuff nuff word dat

a come from e mout dat a lie.

He can gyaf up people me a tell yuh dat

and wen you see im, he telling bout sumting new.

10 year now dem a mek bridge

but all dem a do a read book bout book wha write

but you know, one, one dutty does mek dam.

Dat blagghad Naag, come in mandir

and eat food and nuh giv

any a dem people who want am.

No. dem a siddung an laff and get fat

from abbie wok o sweat, blood and eye wata,

Now you kno wha mek dem smell like renk meat.

Dis one heh fuh PPP and PNC,

all de time dem a mek promise fuh bring moon

since abbie get mo blackout dan currant.

We need de light fu de pickney read

we want dem fu larn mo dan we

Nuh fu sen you baytah a Oxford and Cambridge from we money

Dat yuh fo mek we road.

Dis a me story a declarationdat get a tune

wat come frum de hungry bellie an the dyin lady

dat a lay down inna de street an front yuh house.

Well “Mr. Elect,” sufferin nuh always cum in

Politics dat read ‘opposition party influence.’

You tell dat to de muddah who bubbie

Dry She pickney die.

Wha bout dem flood wha come?

Yuh seh dat yuh a giv de bess fuh you bredda dem

but we see clean wata inna yuh drain wile

we gat fuh drink de dark kala pani mosquito wata yuh leff fuh we.

Is whe we clean wata deh? In yuh house?

Me tink you tink it good if you get am fuh

We benefit.

We barefoot school chile get feva

an me nah get money fuh medcine.

Me a cry every time me a see dem

hungry, hungry bellie dat groan fuh food

and de mout wid foam a carna and bus up wha leff

a brite line red.

Yuh see de muddah?

Me hol she han but can’t tek all de problem.

Now wen we ask fuh help you a drink wine and talk

“Nonsense, we have perfect social and economic structure.”

Me a still wait fuh yuh get sum structua.

Yuh kno me wife sell she tilarie

wha been in she family since she muddah, muddah time

so we can get food fuh eat and mek safe?

De shop nah even giv trus

so me can pay bak. But……..

wid wat?

Now “Mr. Sweet talk” we nuh barn inna de one same country?

yet, you mind deh sumwhere else

an nuh pon we like yuh should.

You a talk bout national pride and a wear

Diamond ring an

catapilla suit.

One day. One day, hungry bellie guh mek nuff nuff noise

an even empty barrel go come and roll

Fuh you full am.

You up deh a tink bout dear, dear ting

and me stan heah and a talk

bout poverty problem yuh bring..

– Samuel Singh

OLD YEAR’S NIGHT by Samuel Singh

Dreams unfulfilled,
ideas lying in the gutters of
my study.
Scattered papers of thought fluttering
when the paint peeled door
opens.
It’s hands twitch further
to an hour that millions
await, and I,
turn in disgust
stressing upon my losses;
of communication,
identity,
pride
and truth;
the loss of a year many tell me; wastedss
yet, much accomplished.
Another year, minutes away
And I vow;
Never to let,Never to have,
Never to demonstrate;
fears,shortcomingsand losses.
I will; ‘carpe diem etCarpe ano.’
– By Samuel Singh