My civil right; thats what they say,
But whether or not I cast my vote
Will it count in this sick game?

Old men with nothing to give...
Corpulent stomachs and gigantic egos,
Glib tongues all out to deceive.

Your civil right they say it is,
But whether or not you cast your votes,
Do they already know who'll have those seats?

Call me pessimist, cynic if you please...
But since the last time we cast such votes,
Has our land been pulled out from its triste?

©Nkiru Njoku, April 17 2003