2014: Anambra For Sale

Pumping and pushing with bloated gusto In different styles and shapes they have come, as before Each emerging through unresolved processes as planned Piled up arsenals deployed like there is no tomorrow All chanting in deafening croak to distract the people Brandishing ill wealth, in brave impunity Even State funds must serve personal ego now Crushing the same masses whose votes count One day, that must come, even in Naija An irony, never imagined from a people so very blessed Luring us the people with spoils from war against the same us Our rights serve as gifts for the high and mighty Alas we the masses will match to vote as ever Hoping for once that our voices be heard Yet the counts seem concluded, in endless night meetings Times conducive for an arbiter to meet a contender The umpire could already be in bed with a candidate They have promised on their mothers’ graves which they defy daily They have pretended to supplicate in unsolicited acts of humility On us confusion rests, while the press and churches launder the vampires On us the fangs will be unleashed when the power rests Who will bid the highest for Awka Government House? The time is almost up and all that can be bought have been bought Those without a price are left confused, waiting for Godot