THE RIPPER

 

I had a dream,

dream wished to be fulfilled.

 

A vision is here,

such as to make manifest.

 

I made a call of change,

people united to this struggle.

 

Better economy,

struggle for a saner country.

 

Dunghill of atrocities,

at our helms of affairs.

 

Revolutionary cleaning began,

tidying up corrupt leaders here and there.

 

Now, set, 2015,

to begin to enjoy our little sanitation.

 

Unknown, I had employed the service of a ripper,

who secretly brought corruption, and polluted us.

 

Ushering disunity and hatred,

the struggle for no-one but everyone is halted.

 

Now I must trek alone to 2019's polling boot,

who do I vote for, who will save Nigeria?



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