Blood and Sweat

The tirade of the tyrant Has subdued the trident Gloating over the viceroy It's the blood and sweat of victory. The subdued voice of defeat Veiled in unapologetic defiance Shedding secret tears of what could have been? What would have been in the hood It's the defeat drenched in blood and sweat. The table is set for dinner, Choice meats, mutton, chicken beef.... This is a parade of victory for the price Of blood and sweat of the masses. The meat is gorging on, the flesh is stuck between the teeth A pain in the mouth, transversing the whole polity The bodies of the dead nationals crushed A vivid reminder of the price of victory Of shed blood and sweat. (Written on the 15th April 2015, after the 2015 Nigerian Presidential elections)