Plantain & Water, Filet Mignon & Champagne

So said the lady, and she is right

If things are bad and tight

And if we are asked to sacrifice

All must have plantain & water minus rice

Problem comes when Sobs and Fobs

Most of them just a bunch of dubs,

Pillage the coffers of the nation

And want to eat everybody ration

This man Barrow wants us to have so-so plantain

Yet his son can have filet mignon and Moet champagne

What good for the goose, good for the Gander

We can no longer follow Barrow’s meander

The Ministers they all ride in luxury S-U-Vs

‘Tis a symbol of their greed and sleaze

Their wives and sweethearts also have of these

All being paid from the coffers of our Belize

To and fro they travel in style, locally and overseas

Meanwhile public officers suffer salary freeze

Neither rant nor chant shall have them appeased

For the rampant corruption has them displeased

We may have to eat the green fruit of the musa

But we expect all to do so, even Barrow’s medusa

For you see di Lice she no betta than we

What good  for  we,  got  to be  good  for  she

She di get pay by the million

She di drink lone vermilion

While she makes the muckle

We suppose to tighten the buckle

Mr. Barrow things rough out here

The Economic Machine is out of gear

The coming year augurs stormy and drear

But to the Unions you give your wretched sneer

Have you forgotten who got you there?

Who fought to get you to the sphere?

What is the cause of your veer?

What made you become so queer?

We crossed paths on your way to the top

We will meet again, on the way as you drop

All you have become is a gorgeous fop

As a leader you are the greatest flop