For decades, the people of Guyana have lived under the crushing weight of a vile and corrupt PPP regime. Our leaders abandoned us. Left us with crocodile tears and meaningless platitudes while our sons, our brothers, and our fathers were slaughtered in cold blood through extrajudicial killings. While our lands were stolen, our dignity stripped, our jobs handed to the underqualified and politically loyal.
We were fired. We were blacklisted. We were forced to grovel before our abusers. Our businesses were torn down, copied, and starved of oxygen. And no help came. Not from our leaders. Not from our supposed defenders. Not from those who claimed to fight for justice but instead folded like cowards.
So we learned to survive in the filth. We developed coping strategies. We bent our backs. We crawled. We kissed the boots of the very men who spat on us, just to survive. We tolerated being called “hungry belly dogs.” We endured the daily humiliation while our mothers mourned, our daughters were spat upon, and our aunts were driven from homes their ancestors built.
And what did we do? We whispered in Facebook groups. We posted anonymous letters to the editor. We gossiped in private chats while the PPP machine marched on—richer, bolder, more brutal.
We allowed our children to fight the battles we should have fought. We forced a new generation to stand up while we sat down. That is our shame. That is our burden.
But let this be the final chapter of cowardice. Talk is not enough. Power does not concede without force. Not moral force. Not hopeful speeches. Real action. We must now give up comfort. We must risk. We must sacrifice.
We must cut off those who dine with our oppressors. Boycott the collaborators. Expose the traitors. If you benefit from evil, you are no different from those who wield the knife.
The PPP are not statesmen. They are brutes. They only understand resistance. They do not speak the language of peace, and they laugh at the language of protest. It’s time we spoke a language they understand.
Any politician who is too afraid to fight, too comfortable to sacrifice, too soft to stand up—must be voted out. No more cowards in our corner. No more appeasers in our camp.
This is not politics. This is survival.
