The Beauty Of Democracy. Poem by Tony Adah

Even when democracy arrived
To scrape the scales from our eyes
We still cover them with our hands
And grope in the darkness of our days
Praying when we ought to give thanks.

Until our own hands embrace the cobwebs
In our eyes and shatter the scales
For us to see clearly the beauty of democracy
Gropping will never surmount our tribulations
And man will continue to have his say
But men will have their wwa
Then the dividends of democracy
Will remain an illusion to all.