The Bandit Clan
Hell should have known they were
just a bandit clan!
Clambering on board Another
All their weapons of mass diminution
-to the last of the golden goose-
Have ravaged our very common
Upon their vain ambition’s vault
Why must we then, so commending
them, even in our frenzied loathe
Throw supplications unto their feet?
While they tell us in many words
and wrongful deeds
How we are one step yet to –
Feeding from the bin!
And how we are further ahead to –
Begging by the streets!
I recall the raging bellows of yesterdays
All for ‘A Presidential Change!’
And wonder how they won even
the least of hearts
To this pale light of Demon-cratic
Hear APC in their Corruption Royale
A cheery crowd no more is seen again
The conned and bewildered are laid
in tattered ruins
Like refuse bins cast on streets of
Now their promises sweep down
And their Crocodile smiles litter
Even the children have joined in
How can we wave again to a killing
Wobbling and rambling a foul breath?
As million destitutes count the hour
To every hundredth day of
‘A Presidential Change!’
But let our curses rain upon their
And every trumpeter sound the
In the looming mist of tomorrow’s
A-P-C is just another bandit clan
From the other side of the