THE REITERATING PRISON By Akanni, W. G.

Before the election,
It's our-heart they make detention,
We can't see their intention,
Voluntarily we'll sell our decisions,
Deceits disguise with provisions,
We lose the track, by calling on sardonic mission ,
Men without vision ,
Men without action ,
Men without good decision,
Song of sorrow for rehabilitation,
All they do most: faction ,
Teachers die because of their pensions,
Feeding us with cane but afters four-year, can't have our retention,
Our Royal Majesty is better than them with passions ,
Our 'beggars' care less about the masses ,
The game between bottle and canal we shouldn't mention,
Inflicting pains on us like amoeba fission ,
Ultimate decision for them is to erect mansion .

Pendulum of lies ,
Switching offices ,
Incapacitated of developments ,
Our unprogressive becomes total backwardness,
And, youths are jobless,
In our society, there is no fairness,
Will it better _ they ask us for calmness ?
We've selected the wrong heads ,
Our circuit has been damaged by low currents ,
Who knows monkeys are like chimpanzees ?
Our brains have become houses in foreign nations ,
Days passes , we celebrate their irrationals ,
Many will still blindly follow them with accolades,
Who knows if our trees in Abuja are meant for internationals ?
They represent us as if we're all senseless,
The hen that feed his followers,
While it starves others animals ,
Coexisting in perpetuity insanity damages .

How can we've our freedom?
For every for years we dance after their drum,
We're all ignorant for still showing them encomium,
The only prayer is to rain curses on them on podium,
Our hunters will still come,
Some lose power and later reform ,
Weeds like lilies have come together to form,
At their referendum,
Opinion poll is for us to deform,
We can't ameliorate their power since_we're not in uniform ,
A host on green leaves phylum ,
They feed on nutrition while,  we feed on cholesterol ,
Come again with your drum, we'll dance with your thumb,
Our melancholy is written on our chests and tomb ,
Our "voices" is glued with gum,
Our "fighters"are liars in court,
Our "fence" are tax collectors on roads in short ,
Our moral "instructors" are brain calamity for us,
Our "scriptures" are devils to administer,
Our "microphone" is poisonous advert ,
Our "pens" are tortured with cancer ,
Only it carries masses desire ,
The black and white house is sinister , 
For how long shall we continue to have lairs as ministers?
Where is our freedom from these monsters?
The reiterated prison.