Is someone dead

That before now has died?

 

A nation on auto-cruise

Irrespective of shape, size

And colour of butt that occupies the driver seat

This ship is always on auto-cruise.

 

Is someone dead

That before now has died?

Sure, we can tell!

What men hunger, road accidents and diseases spared

What children and their mothers missed by the orgy of neglect

Terrorism and banditry finished

Up and cleared.

And fraud, corruption, nepotism nips at

Whatever hopes may be left

In the hustling few.

 

Four long decades

Of the shitty butts of men, dressed

In patchy camouflage, warming up

The seat of the driver-side in rocky asshole

Desecrating its dreams with smelly farts of impunity.

Was it ever enough?

Sure not, we can tell!

 

From

IRON-SI

GO-WON

RI-TALA

BA-SANJO

BU-HARI

BA-DAMOSI

BA-CHA to

BU-BAKAR

Our ship was on auto-cruise, always has been.

Is someone dead

That before now has died?

 

Is someone dead

That before now has died?

Sure, we hoped

Because the present millennium welcomed a new era

For a country at daggers-drawn with herself

Whoever was not dead yet

Had a chance to escape that common fate.

 

Alas! The new era was just a change of speed!

Long decades of cruising ahead

Started by the one not new to it all

Ba-sanjo, 1999, replaced by two interludes

of inertia and a long reverse

This ship has always been on auto-cruise

 

The pampered butts of men, dressed

In immaculate white, drenching

The seat of the driver-side in ass-of-rock

with the watery pooh of corruption and arrogance.

 

It became a cycle, abiku

Those who have come before

Will have to come again and again

Until there is nothing left of them

Even if we have ceased to exist a long time before

To hunger, to diseases, strive and to deaths

Is someone dead

That before now has died?

 

It is the time for a common front

Not of the people

But of those who have come before

As it has always been

Bu-hari and A-tiku

As if coming as BUTIKU

Will provide an advantage

Over the choice of the people.

 

Is someone dead

That before now has died?

Sure, they seem to know more than we do!

They seem to know how the numbers add up.

They seem to know how to give out few bottles of rum

And few crispy notes

To control the entire country

While the true representatives of the people

Get cozied away in their comfort zones

Being too good to be affected by these

Political abikus

“Oh BuTiku, you want to rule us again?”