They promised us bout phone and mobile,
But how bout network?
They promised us electricity at kainji dam,
But how bout stability.
They promised us bout democracy and independence,
But how bout good governance.
They promised us a cackoo with mutiple colors,
But they came only with its picture.
Pool of water on the tiled street:
Mirage of realism.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing has changed has it? Since one man or men badly governed others. Excellent poem! Thank you for saying the truth.