We all woke up in hope of the new dawn,
Never were we told of an impending agony,
It was a promise of water in the basket,
Vail of tribal enthusiasm beclouds the sights of many.
The chants of “EMILOKAN” pervaded the air,
As thoughtless youths uphold an empty mandate,
Though not without temporary pleasures of moneybags,
But not too far from the dilemma untold.
It was a tale of him that went to shop for good governance,
But ended up buying a crazy machinery of governance,
Rather than getting a presupposed democracy.
Worse than the carnivores are the throne bearers,
In billions of black gold they lavish our Commonwealth,
Borrowing around the world to complete a white elephant project,
Yet none of the projects were visible to human eyes,
While the masses languish in abject penury,
Hunger knows no tribe nor race,
Even the working class can no longer meet the basic needs.
As men and women in their homeland become liabilities on those in the diaspora,
“Bros send me some Pennies/Cents to eat”
As many become sophisticated beggars.
Our dignity of labour now turns out to be the dilemma of labour,
Just as the economic policy of a bad government takes its toll on all.
Now that the breeze has blown to reveal the hidden anus of the eagle,
The deception of our political gladiators is visible on the world street,
No longer could their empty promises hold trust,
Hungry youths are scattered on the city streets crying for help.
Kenyan youths were only a litmus test of protest,
Nigerian youths’ protest was a prototype with a damnable outcome,
As innocent citizens were shot with life ammunition by government agents,
And tens of them were sent to their early graves.
Is it not too early to have a governance as bad as this in less than 18 months into new administration?
Was the rhetoric of regret in the mouths of many of the “PRO-EMILOKAN”!
Ten Days of protest against bad governance is counting,
The body language of the government looks so glooming,
It’s indeed sunset at dawn,
Better than this demonstration of crazy politicians is a military regime,
“Give us soldiers” ! Is the demand of our brothers in the north,
While men in the south are confused between restructuring and secession,
Never would I bow for the former,
It’s better we pitch our fate between restructuring and secession.
Night falls at dawn in Nigeria,
As the mourners assume duties for the lives lost in the struggle.
While we hope in hopelessness,
We pray for the wind of bloodless revolution,
To sweep off our heartless leaders,
To an abyss of no return.
Nigerians wail!
As sunset at dawn!
AFRICA SAYS NO TO BAD GOVERNANCE!!
ABIOGBA, O.A. (2024).
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