Treasure Island

Tony Adah

Not Yet At Home

Tell It to them at Aso Rock
That the story is still the same
The promises of yesterday
Lay a legion today unfulfilled
Fettered by our own complacency
Sleeping on the bayou created by our docility.
The sweetness of promises
Has grown wings and away
It has flown.
And I hear It is said that
Lady birds do not mingle with dung beetles
Our campaign melodies diminished
To the level of dirges.
What we craved for has turned
Out to be our own undoing.
The ink that painted our thumbs
And the votes that we supposedly casted
Have won us elections
But we have lost the government
Hope dashed in landslide win
Becoming earthquakes
Of the whims and caprices of the voted.
The bell will ring again
We will take their their rice
And Sanusi's crispy notes
Vote with our hearts and paint our thumbs
It is so simply said like this
But who will do this for my country,
I do not know now!

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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