Whyte Queen
I’m a citizen of a country
where elections are run like pageantry.
flashing fake smiles
whilst concealing their wiles.
I’m a citizen of a country
where power is hunted like a bounty
where our walls are crafted in falsehood
where politicians dance in a serious scene like characters from Bollywood.
I’m a citizen of a country
where people uplift pedantry
where manifestos are made of gold
but the love for nationals wax cold.
I’m a citizen of a country
where the nation’s crest are raised on false gauntry
where the blood of denizens are served in sacred chalices
under the pretence of armistices.
The lines break here
my rhymes end here;
I’m a citizen of no country
it’s just all lies and untruths
like promises made under gnashed teeth.
Take me back to the days
where every tribe was one
long before there was a country
called Nigeria.
Take me back to the beginning
from before we branded ourselves
as Igbos, Yorubas and Hausas;
silently silencing other tribes which mattered.
Take me back,
no, not to the days we were sold to slavery through the Glover Hausa’s
(The Glorious Forty Thieves)
but, yes, back to the days
when we were autonomous on our own.
Long before civilisation gave a slap to our faces.
Yes, we want those days
when love was shared abroad in our hearts
we want a New Democracy.
not one filled with Demonstrations and Craziness.
We want a New Nigeria
let’s make our votes count
vote wisely.