Our dear leaders, we’ve been on this journey for so long,
Where’s the Promised Land at?
For in dire time we sought you,
Back when in hunger we slept, and in poverty we sat.
For there was no room left for us in prosperity to pitch our tents,
No space in success to lay our mats.
So we trusted in you to rescue us,
Yet, in all our faces you spat!
Stuck with the wings of a chicken,
And the eyes of a bat,
You tried to lead us through development’s path.
Until we both got lost, and found ourselves on greed’s road, facing corruptions flat.
Now, after several attempts at progress,
Being struck repeatedly by failure’s dart;
It all seems hopeless,
And we are now left to face the odour of democracy’s fart!
We are at limbo, with no trick left in the bag,
No rabbit to pull out of the hat.
But the day of reckoning is near,
When the hungry mice will be fed to the famished cats
Yes, we’ve had enough,
Enough of the brickbat
You’ve had your chance,
Now with our voters’ cards we will act.
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Copyright. Olayinka Agbaje-Williams, 2015
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