They Came, They Saw, They Squandered

At the crack of crimson dawn;

They came and pain was born.

Drops of blood our pouring tears;

In poverty and death, we lived our wildest fears.

Hollow men of no conscience;

Lacking in foresight, devoid of competence.

Abacha, Babangida and his brother Abdulsalami,

Obasanjo, his godson Jonathan; this was the kakistocracy.

One family, one party, one philosophy, one degeneracy;

Corruption, corruption, corruption, their only legacy.

Gusau, Dasuki, and that David Mark;

For thirty years, they kept Nigeria in the dark.

Oil wells they split up;

For years to fill their cup;

While leaving the masses without a drop.

They legalized mob violence;

To segregate the masses into silence.

The colonial divide and rule,

their greatest tool;

and we, their fool.

They banned pleasure;

sponsored terror;

to loot as we died distracted in the horror.

They built Aso rock, a palace like no other;

Secured in its grandeur, they cared for only one another.

They invested in decreasing national standards,

The bloody scoundrels;

Stole all our land and wealth, leading us backwards,

The shameless vandals.

Every good thing they spoiled;

Like little children, they soiled;

Africa the cradle they befouled.

Their god is money;

Treachery is their story.

Unlike our past heroes;

These are our past zeroes.

For thirty years they plundered and laundered;

They came, they saw, they squandered.

by Dr. Peregrino Brimah