The 2015 Election Rumble Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Loud was the noise
Powerful enough
To break the eardrum of the deaf
The two gladiators
Fighting for the crown
To lead the people
Of every tongue
Of every faith
But the tongue took the lead
Followed by the faith
In the shouting match
Engaged by the gladiators
Whose business was to sell
Their thoughts that may never be
Then, the rumbling
The certificate fracas
The health news
Then, the killings
From either side
Came the blames
Then, the dates
Took flight for six
Logged by the umpire
Who claimed to be ready
When the cards
The Personal Voter Cards
Were still in the press
Then, the promises
Of a new day which are uncertain
Then, the day came
Not with many rumblings
From the pots of the gladiators
Then, the big fishes
Jumping from one pond to the other
The fingerlins clamped around the new fish
The election rumbling continued
Till the election of the one
Favoured or flavoured by many
If you care to know
The gladiators are fighting
For the few that they know
The crowd they knew not
The crown they need badly
Some gladiators
Threw cash to the crowd
Some, bags of rice
With tubers of yam
No one goes home
Empty handed
But when elected
The crowd has empty future
Who will help me tell them
To vote with mind
For him that will make their future
A glorious future