The   man lick we with the taxes

In a great show of   arrogance

Not caring who he axes

Proclaiming great abundance

His family steadily waxes

They shall dine in exuberance

But he made it clear and concrete

We shall have to settle for potted meat

Luncheon Meat

Lawd  sah, people dying  like  fly out  here

From hypertension, diabetes and heart disease

Maybe your head, like Pablo’s ain’t too clear

Those are the real killers in our beloved Belize

You would think that in a climate so austere

Taxes on these ailments you would appease

So much for your palaver on healthy lifestyle

You give us luncheon meat, ‘tis  your  sublime  wile

Hot Chocolate

Buay You must be  flippin’

Hot chocolate is GST free

Your nuts must be slippin’

Baldy, that just can’t be

Belizeans don’t do that sipping

if cold Milo included I will agree

Baldy a lower tax on coke and Belikin

Certainly to our hearts is  more  akin

Violence and  impunity

Violence and crime beseech us

Impunity so widespread

Cry for justice for baldy is a fuss

Official corruption is deeply imbed

Those who should protect we distrust

Sanctity of our institutions is dead

It is time to think out of the box

A UN assemblage can stop the crocs

Racist  Minister

Violence and corruption got no colour

No matter what San Pedro Minister say

The people that want the neighbours dollar

Is the same people that society betray

Setting blame on race denounced his squalor

Compassion and benevolence we must convey,

Learn to respect and help the fallen brother

The problem remains if we continue to smother

Mr. Borrow you make we full of sorrow

You spike the taxes, there is no tomorrow

You have shown you lack leader ability

Yours is a poor performance capability

Two years ago you promise lowering GST

Now you cram a raise despite our plea

And you will borrow monies locally

Changed the laws to make it legally

You promised 1000 homes for the poor

You wanted our vote, it was just a lure

Of 5,000 jobs you made the assurance

Many lost their job, you had us in trance

Food \

Will become more expensive

Hardship will become extensive

Electricity shall hike

Mr. Borrow you di strike

Now you come with handouts

Of this we have our doubts

Guess for your chosen few

Shall be the honeydew

Lawd you behave so bad Mr. Borrow

You temper get so narrow

Effrontery shows lack of respects

You di take shame make vex

You talk bad about sick people

You would put a bell on his neck

Because he got his nose in a wreck

Man, you no got no principle

An apology to sick people is due

But I guess you feel no remorse

Respect was never in you imbued

Thenceforth words so vile and coarse

Leaders govern by example

Kids at home follow your trample

A flagrant disrespect for fellow men

Is what our children see again and again

If Government leaders would stop the hustle

That alone would slow down criminal bustle

If minista di tief, everybody want e piece a beef

If prime minista di cuss, kids will follow course

Get the  sense  Mr. Borrow

We  want a  better tomorrow

But you and your cabinet

Are Belize’s worse threat…

Edmund “Hoghead” Castro

He hog  up the  cable,  he  hog the  bus lines,  he  hog  the heavy  equipment  contracts, he  hog the  tilapia, he hog up the plantain, he got the  land, the  housing  contracts and so much more… hoghead  hogged up all.

It ain’t  no  message,  just  a reflection of your  self

It ain’t no threat, it  just a simple hog head to remind all of  your  mean and gluttonous  ways…

-You got the hog- just like so much more than your due  share…

Guess you cooked it.  You hogged it too.

Bon apetit.

Tax man is here, come like bad breeze

60 million from us he wanna squeeze

He no di ease, wants all the cheese

Pan top e put pay checks on freeze

If all the ministers would stop the fleece

If only the royal family would stop the grease,

There would be no need for tax increase

Mr tax man just stop the pilfering please

New tax on garbage collection 

New raise on GST, causing great disaffection

Business tax to be increased

Must be the workings of the beast

Most of all Land tax going up

Will be the hell of a bitter cup

Income tax will be the chiller

Social tax at free zone the killer

Price on smokes up and away

That of course will be okay

But if you touch the Belikin

That will take a different spin

One more solution to the ordeal

Central bank will soon reveal

Is for government treasury notes

With value and time of larger quotes

Of brainless heads came this chimera

Producing long term bond of local loan

To think of better things put on a guayabera

For your assumptions are a  wishing  bone

From buccaneering minds it came 

The eight million plunder of the BTL

With a face of brass, no utter shame

Crumbs for shareholders poor as hell

To pay for legal services rendered,

For works which were never tendered,

Of family and friends, that baldy recommends

Unquenchable fiends from his hand he tends

But twenty four months have passed

Great wealth has the first family amassed

Corruption of this government unsurpassed

Every rule of the game  has  been by-passed

What an irony is this situation

The economy now has constipation

Our people facing cruel devastation

Only one family flourishes from the  tribulation

The tax man cometh for you and me

Especially if you da PUP

For 3 more years so it will be

Hard times just start, you shall see…

Government is a mess

They just di go by guess

The leaders deh lone transgress

Fi we country di distress…

The Milk (Health) Minister

Couldn’t help but laugh,   must be the goat milk  gone to the Minista head.   The  man  declare  that  heart  attack, as cause of death, is  rare, no longer is it a leading  cause of  death… no  sweat,  guess  police  brutality take the lead,  the  guys in the  streets  they taking the lead,..

Then he presents a list of twenty policies to improve the health of the people.  When last you heard them follow rule, deh think we fool…  medicines and  service  are  the  need,  stop playing  around  and  proceed!! Let the truth from your lies be freed… The fifteen million dollars spent in medicines have gone in greed…get the  medicines… until then the  drugs formulary policy is a  joke and a waste indeed

Greatest of all his  works he  says  is the companion at birth policy which allows a female to have someone holding her hand and encouraging her during childbirth, in this  manner the Minister  believes that infant/child mortality is to be  reduced, therefore then the  best thing is  for  females  to  have  childbirth at home  where all the  family can hold her  hand and  give  encouragement…

The Minister  says that child  death is a natural occurrence, of  which  we  seem  to have quite  a  rapid  recurrence , guess what  he meant  when he  said that is that we have the  best  rates in the  region,  is  we  got the better  occurrence,   this  ain’t  papayas you counting   minister, the more we  have the  worse it gets….

Heard  the Minista  appointed a Commission for non-communicable  diseases,  better luck  than  with the  KHMH Commission of Inquiry curse…  maybe  we should have finished with that joke first…

That is government’s say…

That is the root of all disorders:

The games this government play

That made us a frontier at best

It did not matter if we protest

A frontier like the wild wild west

Our future now seems so funest

Lawlessness has taken our streets

Reflections of our leaders’ conceits

Gluttonous power gone to their head

Foolhardiness from whence chaos bred

They have made a land of thieving crocs

Allowed their friends and family plunder

They have ran this country broke

Violence results from their very blunder

Shady Government with no transparency

Creating confusion with their bestiality

Never has there been such discrepancy

Like their forked tongues with reality

When those in charge behave like bandits

Comes temptation to follow by the pundits

My friends that was the seeding

It is the source of our bleeding

Law officers behaving like brigands

Reflections of politicians’ shenanigans

Soldiers falling asleep and losing firearm

Like the ministers, don’t really give a damn

Official executioners on payroll, here in town

Know when u’re awake, that is the roun

Know when u’re sleeping, they’ll come around

Could be like a Santa dressed in red gown…

And as the leaders and pundits prey

Society in a whole has suffered decay

Lawlessness is the nature of the game

And there is anarchy, with no rule, no shame

The masses caught in the middle

Suffering from atrocities of the unlawful

And the government’s piddle and diddle

Our helplessness, a feeling  so  awful

Besieged by lovers of others’ belongings

Fraught by those who serve and protect

Amidst public corruption and great despect

We have felt the government’s pongings

Public confidence has eroded

This government has imploded

The good Mr. Crook is right

Our nation has suffered great smite

Thus a failed nation we be

Baldy and his gang

A lawless frontier he made of we

His harangue made us prang with a bang

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

No we can’t look at him and say  he  squandered, but  you can be  assured  he is  just simply incompetent, impotent  and  decadent..

Not  so long  ago  he  said  to the  nation  that  he  could  get  us out of  stagnation, but  now  this  man  is heading  us to  starvation.

When  he  won the  election, he  was  in  great  elation and  he made  this  fabrication  that no more  than  two years and he will raise  the salary  of the workers, but  two years later  the man    di shirkers..

Says Government   broke, patience and understanding he  di  invoke.  When in his  state of the  economy  he  spoke,   man  everybody  take him  for joke,  because  fi pay Lice  he no  broke,  fi  pay  e  spawn, and  all dem  pawn  the  dollars he find, he no give a  damn… face it,  only his kind  is  getting  all the rind.

He got di  face  a  brass  fi  say  that  Lice  deserve more than li’ piece  for she  has  served  the  nation pro  bono in the  ACB

Seems  to me  that  was investment  because now  she getting  bullet  payment  from the  taxes of you and me…

Poor  Lice she  got  to do the  government job,  but  that   has happened  because  the  PM purposely  fob  the SG from his  duty so  that  Lice  can  make  her  booty…

Everyone  must  understand this  government  is  about  family  business, dis  da  lone  corruption,  dis  da  lone  deception…

Hear  that Lice  is saying  first daughter  did not  get paid in the millions, she only paid her  something like  quarter million… get  the  sense  Ms Lice it is not  about the money, honey.  It is all about the nepotism, about all that favouritism that Lice and her  progeny  are  sucking  through daddy’s  tyranny…

Liad Barrow  says  his  legal  firm  gets no  job  from  government,  ah  the  little  worm, we  can  confirm his law partner   worked  side  by side  the Lice  representing  Telemedia, therefore then the firm  did  get  its little  slice.

Ay man ,you  make it  sound  like Michael  Ashcroft owns  the  Legal Bar  association,  what  do the honourable members have to say  about  your abuse of  tongue in making such vehement  asseveration…

Illustrious  members of  the  bar  that come  from your  Political Party,  can certainly  not  take with  pleasure an excuse so paltry for not  sharing all the  litigation,  for that makes  them either  Aschcroft owned or totally incompetent, or  not  as  good  a lawyer or  wife  that  Lice is or has  been.

It looks like it is all about reward for a broad, this nation can ill-afford. We got  a DPP man,  let him  do his work, you  have him in Belmopan working like  a  clerk,  but if his  duties he di shirk, then send him home, dis ya issue  you  just  can’t  burke…  take  this  advice, you  just can’t  have  ex wife di get  all  the  spice,  all a  we  need fu eat we li rice,  just like Lice, one little  slice for all a we will suffice…

You have  given  Belizeans  two long  years of  hardship  now  you  give us your commitment  for three more  years of your  gyp.  Brother you di trip.  We  di suffer like  we  got  the pip,  we tired  a your  quip, your mind  di flip,  no question about it up to date  you got  the  worst  rulership.   We  can only  take  so much  whipping,  we cannot  go  far  without  eating, truly, truly  di time  di come  fi get unruly,  you  have become sully…

Or  maybe  dah  some  kind of  fever

His  mind  must  be  skidding

This  man  is  a great  deceiver

He  says  it is  two  years  of  success

Where,  is  anyone’s   guess

Dah  who  he  di  try  impress?

Baldy’s  mind di  digress

The people  di  go  hungry

All a  we  di  get  angry

Look  man  we  no got  no job

Dat is  why  we  di join  the  mob

Shyne  said   daddy  was missing

It is  the people  daddy now  dissing

Buay  you lucky  you had  mommy  the  gem

We  have  to sit  and  take Lice’s phlegm

We neva  smell success, but  Deanne  done  well

Man,  she  get  excess, her  wallet  di  swell

And  Anwar  did  well,  look  at all he possess

The  two year swell got him  permanent effervesce

As  for  Lice, good  gracious  she  got the  stash

She  roll the  dice ,        and  pull  the  cash

This  Lice,  nothing  could  she  abash

For her  the  rest of  us  dah lone  thrash

This Prime Minister  he  got  this Deliriums success

He  really  believe himself,  me thinks  he has  transgress

But  all we  have  had is  two years  of  hardship and woe

He has  nothing  else to  show.

Government  killed  a  cane farmer

To him  the  killer  was a  charmer

I never  seen the  baldy  calmer

Like  when he  told  the widow your  problem partner

Two years  of  successful murders

Due  to  government  blunders

Two  years  of  grenades  that blow like  thunder

Two years  of  success,  he  calls  his  blunders

Two years  of  people  dying  from  renal  failure

Two years  of  children dying from lack of  cure

Two  years  suffering  Belizeans have had to endure

Two  years of  hardships  forced to  inure

In  two  years  he has  made  us so artificial

Sedi  and  Barrow  gone  crazy

with  Gaddafi  they made friendship official

this  whole  matter has  turned  hazy

Everything  wrong

Delirium turning  full dementia

We  have  to hold  strong

Barrow’s  sanity is in  absentia

To  the  court  he said,” let’s  take  the  gringo”
got  a  private lawyer,  first daughter hit  the  bingo!
Case  was won,  Government  has not monies collected
Deanne  has  sent  her monstrous bill, cool and collected

The  people  of  Belize owe  3.2 million
Even though she was just mommy’s pillion
Daddy  will make sure  she  gets  her  stake
Now, I  wonder how large  is  mommy’s  cake?

This   here  Royal  family  di  rape  and  scrape
They eat all the  bread   and they no even  bake
Out here  things  so hard and they no left  the crumbs
Dis  barrow  Crowd  deh da  lone  scums

Crazy  glue, he knows  them  well
He  said  Barrow  comes  from hell
He  warned dis  crowd  will  ram us in the  reef
Not  even he  knew  they  would get  the  beef

If  this  is not  corruption,  then you can’t  smell
Because  this  stink as hell,  only barrow pockets di  swell
And no  matter  how  much the  truth  he  tries to  dispel
All  this cash  shall  come  straight  from the  gabelle…

The  prime minister  he  gone for his  award
Believe me  that must be some  canard
For the only  thing developing in this  country
Is the  first  family  weh get all di bounty

The  rest of us  live in great  struggle
We  two  cents  we have to juggle fu we li muggle
Meanwhile  they  did drink up,  huggle  and  snuggle
We  have  to go to Melchor  to do we  li  smuggle

Dis no  fair
We  di  start  to flare
We pikni no gat  food, we di despair
We can’t  take  no  more of Barrow’s snare
We country  di  become one big nightmare…

Hard  time  is  coming  to this  nation

The baldy one has declared recession

I heard on radio his gloomy dissertation

Of great ignorance  gave the impression

He is all mix up  the poor  soul

The  free zone has  gone foul

But a company  of  mexs got the  sweets

He  gave them contract for fixing  streets

No  tourist no come

They  fraid  fi gun

They better stay home

Dis da no fun

Baldy promise a  package

Seen none of it  so far

Heard him on the  radio

Dis ya time we get the  sausage

People losing their  home

Left,  right and centre

Hard times  has  come

Lone tortillas and pepper..

Grandma  in the  states

Hard time ketch her too

So no money for us  mates

Tell me  baldy, what de we do?

Talk  about  borrow

So you could  spend

Tell me Mr. Barrow

You never stop the  trend

Lord  got  mercy

Baldy thinks  the  boy from customs

Doing  hanky  panky

Gapy will  evaluate,  ain’t that  gruesome

Putting the  rat to mind the  cheese..

Gapy  could swallow  the breeze

Baldy  got no idea,  got no sense

How slippery gapy has customs  flensed

Says the  baldy  things  got out  of hand

For  world economy he did not understand

More like  he  never had enough  brains

To prepare for  the  season of heavy rains

This  baldy man is no  good

He has messed  with our  food

Now  he comes and  say

All we can do is kneel and pray

This  ain’t no bountiful summer

It  is all the  fault of the baldy bummer

He  did not  prepare for the  days  of  rain

And has us all now down the drain