William Manchee

Novelist

OH, AHMAD

 

Oh Ahmad, now you've sold your soul,

Just to bring to Trinidad, the damn Super Bowl.

Why did you bow down with your nose upon the floor?

You should have just said; No! Do not come ashore.

 

Why did you forsake, our beloved Trinidad?

The people are quite shocked, and very, very mad!

We're just a little island in the Caribbean lake,

Why did you feed us to the imperialistic snake?

 

Oh, Ahmad, now you've sold your soul,

Just to bring to Trinidad, the damn Super Bowl,

Why did you bow down with your nose upon the floor,

You should have said; No! Do not come ashore.

 

To get yourself elected you pledged equality,

Freedom of the press, the end of mediocrity,

Now we know, however, your promises were but a ruse,

To make you Prime Minister, an office you now abuse.

 

Oh, Ahmad, now you've sold your soul,

Just to bring to Trinidad, the damn Super Bowl,

Why did you bow down with your nose upon the floor,

You should have just said; No! Do not come ashore.

 

A hundred years we've prayed, for this wondrous day,

The Lord would give us, the hope of Cocos Bay,

Oh, Ahmad, it's time to stop the charade,

The citizens of Trinidad, don't want free trade!