Nigeria's Democracy by AKINDUNBI Ayodele Daniel.

"Then, More, Crazy, Dey!"

Thirty-Seven guns for the generals in armour

Who took us through dark dearth days of blood and scars!

Twenty agbádás and counting

For the gentle men of the streets

Who led us in the rain that drenched till death!

A big cheers to the giant toddler of sixty and one years and counting

Wallowing in the pool of shame and blame!

They are players; dribblers!

From armour to agbádá.

Whom do they think we are?

Infants With no thought than to sleep, wake, and eat?

They clung tight to the mantle with their fists;

As if it must to be buried with their bones.

"We die here", they say.

And if they will not leave,

Then, More, Crazy, Dey!