June 12 Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

Truely it was the freest and fairest
As we inked the paper willingly
Along with our collective conscience

We voted the man who ate our hearts with happiness
Whole world knows

From the north to east
And from south to west
And around the four cardinal directions

Together we stoodby.
Cheering here and yonder
Like an hungry dog that catches a bone

Abiola we cheered you by
Even your enemies noded to your victory

Suddenly the opposite arrived
With a tone of being annulled
And the world stands still in sorrowful silence

Infant cloud began to weep
With a loud voice while sun is shinning
Our tears together flown
Into an endless pit.

And the whisper of deceit
Is louder than the weeping of truth
Certainly our grimaced face may later smile