EVERY ELECTION YEAR'S AGONY

Every election year
They promise to lead with God's fear
But once they are in office
They forget that promise

The once friend of the people
Sworn into office with the Quran or the Bible
Makes the people cry
With policies that make them dry

Policies coated with national interest
But formed by selfish men at the crest
Without consultation with the populace
People at the receiving end of the policies

Yet after four years of disappointment
They come back begging for our endorsement

And because we are fast at forgetting the past
They give us items that won't last
And we surrender without measure
Our future and pleasure

Some even fight their brothers
For the candidate who never bothers
But enjoy chilled beers
And 'isi-ewu' at bars
With other aspirants
And political opponents
Every Friday night
When they are out of sight
As our wounded receives treatment at the hospital
And the dead prepared for burial

O God, help my people maintain their stand
Whenever they come around