THE ELECTED ELECTION DAY

Is there a thing like election?
Cos I see it as elect fun
A game we play where our major tactic is a power-up called rigging
A special addition to the package is the ability to deceive
Campaigning on words in the sieve
For we filter out the very truth that is hidden in our lies
We are a bank of colour pots or should I say corrupt ones
For we are white and pure before we mount the toe
But then become blacker than darkness itself when we take the mantle
We are sheer bluffers
Like shear butter
So slippery we are never caught
If I dwell on this side of the tale
My story may become stale
But let's take our turns
To turn the tables
Looking at the reflection
If who we condemn up there
as old rock
Is not who we will become if we get to aso rock

Nigeria on the rock
We will stand strong.

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