Our Democracy is a vindictive lover,
You hail it; they grease your palm
You hate it; they come for you.
Silence is our best friend now.
Our Democracy is a sharp axe,
It falls on heads; it falls on sleeves
Oshiomole is gone; the Sarduana is dethroned
Who else is left to get the axe?
Our Democracy is in love with Bokoharam,
They set us up and murder us at will
The perpetrators are now repentant good boys.
They are going to London to see the Queen!
Our democracy is a thief
It has stolen our votes
And left us hungry,
Littered we are on roads where foods do not grow!
Our democracy is a whore,
It has slept with our men and women
And dumped them to their fate
Reduced them to angry faces who wail, bark and wail nonstop!
Our democracy is a fraud,
One thing it says another it does,
We think we hear change
What is said is chains!
Our democracy is a bad lover,
Comes with empty pledge and promises
Seduces us and takes from us
In return gives back nothing but a dubious narrative of oneness!
Our democracy is a far away beauty,
Its manifesto promises heaven
While on earth
Delivers nothing but worms.
Our democracy is a neglected wife
Left impoverished and unwanted.
In foreign lands
Husbands romance green cards for greener pastures.
Our Democracy is for the ruling party
Who in unison dance to the tune of their own music.
Their children either Princeton or Oxford graduate.
Here, NUC fight tooth and nail for allocation.