They come in. Thanks to the Gun.
Impregnated with Promises, never to be born.
Ruling with reckless abandon.
Suddenly but expectedly, they are sent out.
Far much earlier than they thought
Another military government has gone.
Democracy here you are.
Your once beautiful face now has a scar.
You haven't found it easy in Africa.
Barren by the popular ailment called corruption.
Crime brought with it more complication.
And amidst all this commotion,
All they are scheming for is re-election.
This poem talks about the shrewd democracy
that applies to African countries.