The Next Dance

The afterglow of the polls
Has refused to leave the sky
The euphoria like never before
Still tingles my countrymen.

Some are elated
At the dire switch
From ‘business as usual’

Others draw gore
With their senseless machete
That victory does not befit the chosen.
And they hide within fanaticism.

But the blood of the ten
And others are crying.

Come next dance,
The voice behind the heads
Of the vagabonds would
Come out like a masquerade
To dance again.

And voter will queue up
Like zombies in blood-stained
Corps Members costumes to
Teach them one more lesson.

One thought on “The Next Dance” by Idiong Divine (@Idiong_Divine)

  1. Elections in Nigeria are an abomination unto Democracy. It’s sad that innocent citizens are usually caught in its fangs.
    Well done. $ß.

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