We are a nation of people
Determined like a cripple
To face the world without fear
And even ruined, we don’t care
A nation already in hostage
Ruled by cabals as a village
Handled by eldritch old males
Who charm us like nightingales
They have few things in common
Always bargaining like a demon
And keep promising heavens on earth
But accord us nothing of a pennyworth
Micromanaged by an old general
Who zooms in and out like a cockerel
Still smiling despite his undying shame
And raising his empire of change era fame
Every four years we perform the same rite
Each one of us handing them over his right
At the price of few naira notes or cups of rice
Which we are called to repay at a high price
Once the masquerade we call election is over
We begin to silently enjoy our pitiable hangover
Or to accuse one another or curse our tribal gods
When we did consciously leak their ass like dogs
Maybe it’s time to tell ourselves the bitter truth
That the old saying “tomorrow is for the youth”
Is only the tactic of the cabals to run the show
While young people silently keep their heads low
Alisonomi2020©
