Posted by Felix Uti on
All was quiet in the country
Until the wind, began to spread, announcing
The man is winning.
Then did division begin to speak its language.
No pretense a ferocious language
Some Swatted in Khaki and whites while doing the king's bidding,
Got the message of the language
Bowing in obeisance never to rise again;
Aggression grins at the infidels
What's their crime? They stood for unity
The field witnessed the Menace
Opposition fell in agony
Slashed and pierced by the cold blade of invincible swords and bullets.
Iron and wood pounded limbs, raped limbs swept awash
By our cold blood;
Indelibly remains stuck on our conscience
Like sweet sour taste in our mouth
Gums, bleeding success and pains.
The pains of an election!