On the day of emancipation
Many thought our sorrow would end
We chanted till the sleep of night
Thousands seated at the polling boots
Under the heat and heavy smoke
Waiting to see a new leader that will emerge
Boys and girls blind and lame
Those with foots and rides
They were uncountable the number of masses
Hoping to elect a leader with instinct
One who would bring back our old laughter
A lot we've wished would happen
After election comes killing of cows
All in jubilation catching fun
Singing in excitement and rhythm
The one to go before us is here
Indeed he is the man we want
The country he said will again be great
Many years passed we are still fed with fable
None has been on record
The best that has been given to this nation
We are always living in mirage
Indeed nothing is working
But who do we have to blame?
From slumber when are we going to awaken?
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