Where is Nigeria’s rue reflection?
I ask a million naira question
What is left in the jar of what is right
Why is the right now considered left?
See, this in no News, so I laugh in present tense
The future before is sugar-coated in wailing pretense
Begging to be free from this social wackiness
Everybody has a part to play in this social blindness
Our states are littered with guber-criminals
Their show of absurdity follows in its scaffolds
You were catapulted into the highest office to rid off corrupt cancer
Instead you traumatized us with your reckless plunder
Your offices are exalted
Misfit, miscreants elected
You caused untold havoc with your stark dishonesty
Your die-hard pessimism is an OX-ye-MORON apparently
Then, I breathe above the head of a tired democracy
Where pot-bellies and Agbada’s love Kleptocracy
You flag-off Partocracy where the part is larger than the whole
Your finger points the nation’s vault into your deeper pocket hole
Your consciences need scrutinizing
You are constantly a bowler, you hands need sanitizing
What is left of what is right?
Our educational system shook hands with the leprous
Our teachers, glorified illiterates, very erroneous
How then can our children survive this strait-jacket?
They are no violent patients to be stuffed into a confining casket
Our VCs now clink glasses behind closed doors
They have joined in the act of people deceiving people it harbors
ASSU strike, DOCTORS strike, NASSU strike
The entire sector wants their fair share of the hike
They have chosen this way of life for selfish conflict
They say, give us this, sign on this agreement or else you’ll be kicked
Can NEPA-PHCN join in this action?
Don’t they always go on per-second ration?
Don’t they always go on a per-second ration?
No one cares if they hold power till rapture takes place
Once again, I laugh in past, present and continuous tense
Nigerians, stop this theater of the absurd
For the good of generations yet unborn
Where is the limit of our good luck nation?
Should we pretend while the center caves in?
The villa rocks are murmuring
Our sins constantly screaming
The flame of normalcy depleting
We need to bite the lips that’s lying
Let the candle of hope burn in our minds
Let our pens and voices prove mightier than bombs
Let’s draw from the well of what is left
To do what is proper and right.