Submitted By: Kingsley Momoh

The soup with aroma
Is singing around.
Now, ironically tastes different.
It's singing a bitter sound.

For the people and by the people.
a long known phrase.
That sounded magical,
With what We have now,
Can't find that's trace.

"Chop clean mouth,
that's what it's about".
Democracy is it,
Says a legislator,
Who is a secondary school drop out.

"Let me have a piece.
before time runs out"
says a contractor.
it's now, before they are sent out.

Foreign infestors come,
foreign impostors come,
all in the same name,
foreign investors.

Political scores settled
under religious and ethnic battles.
What sort of system is this?
It is democracy.

Is this always the case,
A country getting disgraced?
Every time she tries out
this soup called democracy.

© January 2003, Kingsley Momoh