Gathering Storm

The political storm is gathering Election fever is at its highest pitch As Nigerians head to the polls To exercise their franchise In the mother of all elections The most crucial ever Since the birthing of uninterrupted Democracy in our dear father land This would be an election like no other Coming at a time Nigerians Have their backs to the walls Victims of unmitigated misery Kidnapping, banditry and general insecurity Victims of multi-dimensional poverty In the midst of affluence Proverbially living near the river But washing their hands daily with spittle The time of reckoning is here Chickens have finally come home to roost A Daniel has come to judgment This is the time for Nigerians To speak with one voice That would echo and re-echo For a long time to come