God Of Vengeance Poem by Raimi Babatunde

When the morning comes
Not only will we celebrate
The triumph of good over evil
We'll gyrate with boisterous swagger

We'll spread to all and sundry
A dose of happiness in a grandstyle
For surely, this too shall pass
Believe my countryman, it'll end in praise

We will cast evil to yonder place
Banish nepotism and tribalism to sambisa
We'll invoke the God of vengeance
That they all be swallowed up in victory

Surely, there is an end
To all their murderous acts
When the the centre can no longer hold
The inevitable becomes the only way
Be strong! Believe!