“I am a coward of no name
I am a fool of sour fame
For I sat among idle men
While a wolf ate the hen.”
Things had fallen apart:
We saw the sages’ private parts
Dangling in public spaces. For a clown,
Lucky, but shoeless, was the king of our town…
…
I spat only whispers when they shouted “Buhari!”
I had doubts, “How could one forget in a hurry
That there was a ‘Goodluck’, just yesterday,
Who found Aso Rock after losing his way
While fishing in oily Bayelsa creeks?”
So I whispered, tongue-in-cheek.
Yes, I ignored their calls for PVC –
I said to me, “PDP has become APC.
Why enroll my weary thumb for those
Beasts that pluck the petals off our Rose?
While our bloody palms clutch thorny stalks”
So I said to myself when they brought voting talks.
Many thumbed…Now, Change rides on a horse.
Hopeful hearts sing their voices hoarse
The General plots, we say “Hurry!
Make the looters sorry!”
…
“I will be hero of sour name
I will be patriot of no fame
I will sit with guarding men
That wolf eat not our hen.”
