Norman George: The insecurity of government by mood swings

Oh, my nation of green fields, palm trees, waving in the breeze, with long stretches of white sandy beaches snaking into the distance, with a hinterland of undulating hills and rugged mountains, silently watching, weeping, weary of waiting for changes not yet coming.

Oh, my nation of green fields, palm trees, waving in the breeze, with long stretches of white sandy beaches snaking into the distance, with a hinterland of undulating hills and rugged mountains, silently watching, weeping, weary of waiting for changes not yet coming.