Eight years in the saddle of governance
And what was our gain?
Everything worse than nothing
Like the con man he came
Sweet tongued everyone to falsehood
And the masses not only voted for the fox
But staked their lives for his mandate
Four years tenure ended in worse than nothing
The scales fell off our vision
And we saw the fox in sheep clothing
In its true criminal shade
He came again for a second tenure
In nonsensical arrogant impunity
The masses revolted with their votes
And obviously he lost deservedly
But the funds he looted massively
Gave him a corrupt undeserved victory
At the hands of equally corrupt poll officials
It was another opportunity for greater looting
And grave vengeance on innocent citizens
Destruction and death meant nothing to him
And the cries of the innocent spirals to God
It was eight years of nothing or nothing of eight years
Or rather everything worse than nothing we got
The streets are regularly deluged
Substandard buildings are daily collapsing
Our education has retrogressed
Workers' salaries are nowhere to be found
Pensioners are dying in their numbers
Our collective treasury is emptied into family vault
Yet he had the audacity to present a stooge
To succeed him in the looting spree
The masses cried blood to the high heavens
And the Almighty intervened at last.
(Wednesday 24th October,2019,20.12pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Next level manoeuvres, hey? Thank you Kingsley, for sharing. Big ten!
Thank you Haruna. I appreciate.