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An Unholy Triumph
The selection has come and gone
With many congratulated for feign victories
People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn
Though the grey fought with their voting power
Yet they remain powerless
Who dares decide for the ruthless,
That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?.
Just tell me;
"If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"?
Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds
There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top
The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance
For the proclamation is at variance with our reality
Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions
An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain!
So as Sun is to the Day
And the Moon to the Night
For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection.
Nature inevitably awaits.
Copyright ©
Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi
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