They are back with the same old story
The same old story!
The same they circulated four years ago
That time, they told us and carried go
The story is always the same
There has never been a change in the game
The tactics starts with sweet words
And in no time, the people get entangled in their cords
Here go the campaigns of promises
As they go around visiting premises
Behind them are crowds of thugs
Who swamp and bully as if on drugs
At the rallies, their secret gifts are peanuts
For the next four years, they carry away bags of kolanuts
Further, they grow in unwarranted surplus
The people soon engage in Mathematics of plus-minus
Sheer ignorant and impoverished peasants
Dire lack of basic needs have made everything, but clairvoyants
Their belief is that they have no say in power
Little they know; their votes decide who stays in the tower.
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014
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