Heat On Iceberg Poem by Ede Matthew

‘I promise change', that's all we hear,
Democracy is exercised without a bit of scare,
No flames from hell consume the air,
No pain or anguish breeds despair
Cos the Election, ‘free and fair'
If this is the promised change,
Well then, thank you for the change.

The promised change seems far.
From blackish-Oil to all these remnants from the dinner,
A thousand more plagues for us than was for the Egyptians to suffer
Whiplash becomes inheritance from my lone Fore Father
Even a broom and packer now costlier than tar,
If this is the promised change,
Well then, thank you for the change.

The promised change smells good,
Mama's recipe is for all in the neighbourhood,
The fate of Fat cows sealed to wire gauze on firewood.
Black-magic from voodoo temple no match for the brotherhood
Moonlight expunges the dark dirt and a bad mood.
If this is the promised change,
Well then, thank you for the change.

The promised change looms nigh.
Eagles soar to the bosom of the Most High,
Ticking ticks have been exorcised of this noble sty,
The shooting stars brightens the dust of hope in the sky
Bread and butter are a lyric on the lips of One, Two and I.
If this is the promised change,
Well then, God bless you for this change.