1. A four-yearly rituals are our erections

Our savvy politicians call them elections

2. Everyone knows these are nothing but selections

By the high and mighty in these crippled regions

3. Woken up from their long slumber

They quickly want to perform wonder

4. Agitated by the lever of the next election bell

They get soaked in our political rum and ready to raise hell

5. To be able to make love to their estranged lovers

And strangulate the stupid others.

6. One country, one people, they sing

But deep in their hearts, any enemy they are ready to sting.

Ade A. Ajakaiye