AGAIN
I
His words bloated my ears,
Like a blob of hope it stilled my fears...
His words resound.
The thumping of my heart abound.
I am a fool! I have lost all!
I can almost hear his call,
His so-called true patroitic call,
Persuading to let go my all,
'I went to school with no shoes!' He cried,
'Of course, this must be him' I sighed
Failing to hint him above for a sign.
And to the truth I thought he'll bind.

II
Of the south-south region I came.
Where nature give earth's full gain.
Oh! And of course, from there he came,
Not an ounce an idea he'll bring me pain.
... Now my heart hurts,
Like a fiery flame, deep within it burns.
A moonslide, landslide, seaslide victory it was,
When his hand was raised in victory, of course.

III
On the first hour, of the first day, of the first month,
'Luck' gave to us a divine flower
Sent from the Federal and principalities in power,
Like rot in our mouth, it was sour.
The uneducated called it 'subsijin'
Some called it 'somesijin'
Erudites among the untaughts called it 'stopstidy'
And of course the elites brand it 'subsidy!'
He subsidized our hopes like others had done
And now I stare at the faceless clouds again;
Gnashing my teeth for being made a fool... Again.

NB: This piece is one of my numerous works and I'll sure appreciate criticisms cum analysis.