Hush, Hush

The braying of the horses of the Knights Of the Saints of the thieves and thugs The winepress of propaganda is waning And there is no more to draw from The silhouettes' of darkness is fast fading The dawning of truth is fast approaching the horizon The rainbow brightening the sky again The skies are clearer now, that the hubris is come The dawn, the unfamiliar quietness the hush The shadows are merging into one wholesome It is noon; midday at the equator. It's about time for the blame game to end But it has only just began more awaits us citizens The cards are on the deck, waiting to be reshuffled Hush! hush!! It's the Nigerian poker please keep quiet.