POLITICS is a bruising contest as it should be. President Jagdeo’s campaign style for this election may or may not meet with some people’s approval. What’s important to me as an elector though are four factors:
(1) Age of Presidential Candidate re life experience and mellowness;
(2) A country’s Freedom to choose its own path;
(3) The accumulated anti-colonial work of Cheddi Jagan that allowed, after October 5, 1992, the industrious, productive and creative juices of our people to flow in our country; and
(4) The building of AN ECONOMY.
Whichever side of the fence one is on, up to now, the following I believe is serious food for thought and I would be much obliged if you would print it. It takes the form of a political poem written in the vernacular with seven segments and is entitled:

The Ghost of Ramessar
I am the ghost of Ramessar, seventy three, we did not pelt any rocks,
What gave you the right anyway, to drive-up and tek way the ballot box,
Yes was me in front of the army truck, yuh din have to drop me dead on the spot,
You stole my X, knock democracy flat, now yuh got de cheek, to say I caaan talk bout dat.

1973 to this very day, no excuse, for the destructive way yuh fail,
All that time I the other side, but now, ah come back to haunt yuh tail,
The few of you, really did not care, how yuh mek yuh friends and families shame,
They told you you doan hear, yuh gon proper spoil up yuh name, and not to encourage innocent people to join allya bruk-up game,

As fuh them two, calling deself change, fuh dis place, massa pick them to be the new Sampson in front we face,
Is de same massa, put we through twenty eight years ah licks, divide up we races, with their imperialistic tricks,
Massa knew Sampson would bring we economic pain, massa doan want small country to gain,
So he got these two shouting change, massa waan bruk we economy again, but we racial problems almost gone, we economy, big and strong.

I hear Granny June from inside meh grave, she tell Sampson; answer this,
When rigging done wa yuh gon do, how de few ah you gon clean up this mess,
Allya can tek how much foreign money outa dis place, all the ress ah we, what can five US dollars do?
Granny June seh in de future, people gon see through you, yuh call fuh power sharing, is just for de few of you.

You can change yuh name, like yuh change yuh clothes, this country rememba, pure hardship and blows,
You snuff out my life and that of meh good friend Bo, the few ah you had to be in the know,
Everyone ah you that was at the top, wa mek yuh tink, we blood didn’t splash pun you,
Another group came, fix wa yuh bruk, wok and built an economy, that you failed to do.

After, all is said and done, and you have changed yuh name, yuh past got yuh pun de run,
Yuh coming now wid de oldest trick in de book, you forget de barge, de treasury empty look?
Oppositions, quick to call others crook, moreso, if the country get a new look,
So we caaan gainsay de fact, dat de only party fuh we, is this group who’s done a tremendous job, and built an economy.

Look how you like democracy others brought, in your time, none dare write or talk,
Even yuh friends, cannot forget, disagree with you and they too came under threat,
An economy, is how people pick ah side, you were put there by massa, still yuh din even bother try,
But yuh boss got it right, de man is ah leader – why step aside, he know people want an economy they see only the PPP can provide.