May 4, 2010
“Three thousand votes” and still counting....
Tell us, Messrs. Injustices, how do the arithmetic of fraud
add up to the mathematics of duplicity?
Does Fela’s poser about the “magic” of injustice
make the sprit catch dem on the wrong side of judicial infraction?
“Three thousand votes” you say:
who voted that psephological scam into jurisprudential swindle?
Why does your Sahara desert the Savannah?
Does appealable history prick your whereas scruples?
Is this the age of Ju-RUIN-prudence,
or has the currency of con counterfeited judicial prudence?
Does the errant jurisprude ever run into one sovereign named the electorate?
“Three thousand votes” and steal counting...
On the hills of Ekiti,
where martial ancient soldiers, wielding dignity and carrying crude guns,
showed the battle-tested local-foreign army the limits of its expansionist agenda,
humbling the new inheritors of the collapsing empire...
On these same hills,
would electors stand kete to the rackets of history?
While the “victorious” savour the ‘tory of purchased bailiffs
and purchasable magicstrates,
let them remember the primus poet...
Before history was stolen on the streets of Lagos,
and turned into HIStory on the outskirts of Ibadan,
where the Agbekoya fired the salvos that shamed
new authorities and their armies of occupation
while the people wetie-d against the RUINpublic of Federal Inequity...
Before Kano slashed its “outsiders” with the homicidal dagger of hate,
dumping bodies-politic into Lugardian wells that denounced 1914,
as Orlu’s masquerades comforted the genocidal remains of things fall apart...
Before twelve two-thirds became two-thirds of regional damnation,
while attorneys put their skills in the service of arithmetical villainy...
Before the chain-smoking dim
muted the vitality of our seconded Republic...
Before swindlers wore army uniforms,
with their bullets straying into Salvationist rhetoric...
Before SAP sapped our collective dignity
while an evil genius showed the IMF how to depose “conditionalities”
against our fiscal prudence...
Before the Annulment by bloody annulers,
assassins-in-service and their tea-cups...
Before the Vagabond in Power, the insipid VIP and blind militariat,
slept his way to India...
Before secession came in quick succession,
while the milk of the land was sucked dry by vagabond suckling,
and its honey licked by drifters in exaggerated lunacy,
while the Niger Delta became naija Delta...
Okigbo was there,
gently announcing: “Thunder can break”!
“Three thousand votes” and stiff counting...
Hear this once, m’Lord,
History asks of you:
How do you ever wake, when your conscience never wakes?
“Three thousand votes”? Count!
Tell us, Messrs. Injustices, how do the arithmetic of fraud
add up to the mathematics of duplicity?
Does Fela’s poser about the “magic” of injustice
make the sprit catch dem on the wrong side of judicial infraction?
“Three thousand votes” you say:
who voted that psephological scam into jurisprudential swindle?
Why does your Sahara desert the Savannah?
Does appealable history prick your whereas scruples?
Is this the age of Ju-RUIN-prudence,
or has the currency of con counterfeited judicial prudence?
Does the errant jurisprude ever run into one sovereign named the electorate?
“Three thousand votes” and steal counting...
On the hills of Ekiti,
where martial ancient soldiers, wielding dignity and carrying crude guns,
showed the battle-tested local-foreign army the limits of its expansionist agenda,
humbling the new inheritors of the collapsing empire...
On these same hills,
would electors stand kete to the rackets of history?
While the “victorious” savour the ‘tory of purchased bailiffs
and purchasable magicstrates,
let them remember the primus poet...
Before history was stolen on the streets of Lagos,
and turned into HIStory on the outskirts of Ibadan,
where the Agbekoya fired the salvos that shamed
new authorities and their armies of occupation
while the people wetie-d against the RUINpublic of Federal Inequity...
Before Kano slashed its “outsiders” with the homicidal dagger of hate,
dumping bodies-politic into Lugardian wells that denounced 1914,
as Orlu’s masquerades comforted the genocidal remains of things fall apart...
Before twelve two-thirds became two-thirds of regional damnation,
while attorneys put their skills in the service of arithmetical villainy...
Before the chain-smoking dim
muted the vitality of our seconded Republic...
Before swindlers wore army uniforms,
with their bullets straying into Salvationist rhetoric...
Before SAP sapped our collective dignity
while an evil genius showed the IMF how to depose “conditionalities”
against our fiscal prudence...
Before the Annulment by bloody annulers,
assassins-in-service and their tea-cups...
Before the Vagabond in Power, the insipid VIP and blind militariat,
slept his way to India...
Before secession came in quick succession,
while the milk of the land was sucked dry by vagabond suckling,
and its honey licked by drifters in exaggerated lunacy,
while the Niger Delta became naija Delta...
Okigbo was there,
gently announcing: “Thunder can break”!
“Three thousand votes” and stiff counting...
Hear this once, m’Lord,
History asks of you:
How do you ever wake, when your conscience never wakes?
“Three thousand votes”? Count!
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