And soon, the dead bones will again rise
Each wanting to be the alpha for any price
They'll knock on your door and dish a smile

And again to your eyes they'll tell their lies
Giving gifts to take your right (a bribe)
Soon again they'll sweep our streets with brooms of deceit
Give shade from sun's scotch with their umbrella of lies
They'll chant songs in solidarity with our suffering
Only to soon become a God of man we must worship.


Soon this scarce resources will become surplus
And promises flitting from lips that are deciduous
When prior to when we cast our fate in this box,
Continuously,many live on the Highlands of poverty
Amidst the vast ocean of material prosperity
And I hope,our caravan of thirst in this desert
Will not race past its Oasis..for we'd be deceived by the
Mirage that seemed like the mighty ocean
Where our hope can have a soul
For we've been corrupted by congos and envelopes

So when they come with a badge of cross and crescent
With confusing grammar and twisted accent
When they come with bags and deep pockets
With a skin of love, service and utmost care,
Though I faith not in these ballot boxes;
Do not stain your vote with greed,age,tribe,religion,place and dirty sentiments.
#1Nigeria
#onemovement
#wecannotbebought
#changestartswithyou
#iamthechange
#notoelectionviolence
#thiscountrynaweown
#2019
#notocorruption
#castyourvote
#youthstoocan
#voiceandchoices
ONAOLAPO OLUWABUKOLAMI I.
•for #OneVoiceNigeria

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