A nation has been raped by the Government.
Stripped naked, publicly violated, humiliated
and denied their constitutional rights in an
A beacon of hope paces through the circumference
of a cage humming a woeful dirge in anticipation
of freedom and democracy.
A nation weeps in the streets.
Waves of disappointment, anger and pain
pollute the air.
There’s a funeral march in the streets.
Silent sobs amidst conversation for the
plight of democracy.
The youth wail in somber tones while the
elderly lower their heads in disapproval and
regret with pain etched on their faces and
worry wrinkling their brow.
Democracy was unfairly represented and
shamed in a sham election.
An eulogy to suffice for a craved democratic
A nation mourns!
A nation lies in a crippling sorry state.
Victims of mental slavery gibbering trash in
support of a failed system, injustice and
validation of crimes against the people.
A brain washed section of society jubilating
and celebrating a pathetic government.
Screaming at the top of their voices like lunatics.
Human rights hovering through emptiness.
Freedom of speech reducing like a pack of cards.
A nation is crying for help.
Desperation reeks through their veins.
The lines of anguish and fear fill their faces
Whispers through the corridors, fear beckoning
like an angry spirit.
A nation is crumbling under dictatorship
and baseless intimidation.
People are desperate for change.
Democracy! Democracy! Democracy!
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
A nation gravitates towards change.
Reciting Nelson Mandela’s words of
freedom on deserted streets.
Remembering pan-africanists like Kwame
Nkrumah, Ndeh Ntumuzah and Patrice
Drawing inspiration from the deeds
of Kofi Annan.
Clutching onto hope, keeping the faith
and praying for a better tomorrow.
A nation mourns!