For every blackout; a billion made
For every darkness a bullion van
Always wondering, why the contentment with our present state
Men in a mask – politicos, importers of the noise engine causing us a headache
For every dilapidated school; a billion made
Invisible hands causing the deepest quakes
For every salary not paid; a billion made
Authoritarian hands multiplying the masses pain
For every collapsed building; a billion made
Men who threw the integrity test sheet away
Now the walls cracked; not only was the foundation faulty:
But some Men failed
For every pond on the expressway; a billion made
For every pit on our highway; some men got paid
So many have somersaulted, but some has gained
Oh the hydra-headed monster with tail soiling our fabric with stain
How many billion more is worth the pain?
How many men are still queued for the gain?
Know that such gain throws millions into pain
Is our life really for the billions or for the people’s mandate?
Bolaji Olaniba (2019)
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