A Voters Thought Poem by shehu badamasi

Franchise they say its mine
Inheritance of been a Nigerian
Who deserves the print of my
Thumb
For sow I must a seed for a breed
In the soil of yola
Or in the crack soils of Daura

The slim tall austere incumbent
For a second coming?
Or the fat bellied man of the people
Who am sure is million years aways
from poverty
Looted fortunes and invest us with
Suffering
Now he tempts my thumb with
currencies of london
Verily his past is lesson

And this eccentric austere
Had oppressed the city of corruption
Plague it's citizens they wail and grow pail
Confiscated their loots
My people are confused
Should he pay us our national cake
Or he also is tempted of the fortune he had
Recovered