You came through the backdoor or even the window;
They told us it was free
And fair elections
When infants votes counted most;
The water is still in our ankles
Still we fear the depth
Of the river
Do free and fair elections
Translate to good governance?
We are yet to see
It is clear anyway that
We have won elections
But we are losing the government
When next the times comes
Leave your brother
When next the time comes
Shine your eye.
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