IN LOVE WITH APATHY

Saeed kamalu Bako

My home is in between dead and life
In that thing they called franchise lies inhumanity
Should I go there or stay alive
When stainless threaten the gullible
When sky becomes dark and darker
When gunshots become normal
Was that where they called polling unit?
It seems like a battle ground
Full of uproar and inhumanity

When I stay away the called it apathy
But still they forget I chose to play it safe
Isn't it the franchise we sold for some few pennies
And let our families and nation burned to ashes
While godfatherism guided those people astry
We are then allowed to pay for what we deed
Can we call the outcome authoritarianism?
Because all we see is inequality
Instability in the penumbra of what we call polity

Those called leaders of tomorrow masterminds the violence
That violence which killed my brother
your brother and your brother
It seems to be selfishness in the part of we and them
Theirs is party interest or perhaps personal one
Ours is money politics which we will never get

Unless it become for us and us alone
Unless honesty on their part prevails
Unless they become dedicated to our service
Unless they have our interest at heart
Unless our tears become theirs
I will forever remain with the apathy than to loose balance.