THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 54
Is this a battle or a stage play?
Shall we Call Nigeria a ground where they slay?
For the democracy we so celebrate,
Is an emblem of defeat and injustice we elevate.
Lies! All lies!!
The odor of their mouth smell lies,
Lies clothed in mirage
As their villainy are decades in age.
A potent herb without efficacy .
A plan to steal our land,
A rebel to our mother’s land.
A said to be fallacy.
Hope for the masses is buried
Our sisters safety, we worried.
The cluster breath exhale,
people far and near ensconced.
Jumping like frog excitingly air,
beating the drums mind blow coerced.
Democracy a picture of freedom,
sounding ecstatic preaching of Armageddon.
Faking the witches of angel it bore,
splitting like water around global.
oh what a funny day
The remembrance of those days
When we are ruled in good ways
Where nothing is hidden to our face.
Oh government of the people
Now on someone’s table
Someone whom we think was noble
Has come to put us into trouble.
Then, economy was boom
Now, the economy is doom
We choose democracy for progress
In return, we’re given retrogress.
They told us democracy is for all
But we notice is not for all
Are we celebrating hungry?
When the masses are angry.
Nigeria, my country,
With vast resources in its inventory.
Wretched is thy democracy,
Being chocked by gerontocracy.
People’s oriented government
That disregard masses involvement.
Our requests and free will,
Thus, become a dumped bill.
Is our *DEMO* crazy
Because we are lazy
And governed by misers
Because we are the choosers
Are we in jeopardy
Because there isn’t sufficient paddy
And no boom in economy
For us to enjoy a roomy economy
Yea! it is
Govt of the masses.
We beat and dance to the Akidigbo drums,
All for Democracy that comes.
If we tell gently gently
Which ear will listen to our story
If we cry Hard,
Won’t our case be a good day to die hard.
In her, they say ‘democracy’.
We practise democracy,
But within them, they practise coup d’etat.
They are sitting and dinning in it.
Oh what a wonderful name!
A name given to us without aim.
They said she is Democratic…
If science and technology is clearly applied, you will see no static.
JULI ADA LOVE
A young man singing it as song called Percy.
Democracy retains it significance,
But we Nigerians are full of negligence.
A day we love to see,
An unforgettable moment of life as a tasteful honey bee,
Seeing relations laughing out as laughing gas,
We hope it could all keep interesting and lively as it pass.
Democracy, is this really a rule by the people?
Or just a bunch of people deceiving people?
What we all have been waiting for with eagerness.
That someday and somehow it’ll bring a positive change among us.
Era of democracy.
Where lives of citizens are placed in the hands of the crazies.
What we thought would be solution for this nation.
Now the source of commotion and problems for this nation.
Hail thee oh! democracy.
Hidden in shadows of aristocracy.
A clear mirage,
That presents blunt image.
Thy sweet name we embraced.
But now live in comfort of thy excrete.
The beautiful face painted by Lincoln,
We crowned a sour thirst upon.
Oh, it has come again,
The democracy we lost and gain.
The time we hustled to survive,
Our youth died, some do strive.
Our life was in mess at first,
We hungered for thirst.
We lost our young ones,
We had the fight once.
The day I await to pour out my heart.
Seeing things falling apart,
With bogus Spurious chants
But within, dying of rebuttal impact.
The gong of heresy
And sycophants hovering like lizard,
To steal like a humble wizard.
JULI ADA LOVE
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