Many years came,
Which has now gone lame,
A boy, no more I was,
For it all, I verily saw.
How without moderation,
The elections were annulled in motion.
Amidst great strife,
Gone through the knife,
The people’s choice.
The masses yearned,
But were never heard.
Calling for the return,
Yes, for the return,
Of the ballot voice.
Babangida, headed the Junta,
Nwosu, the incorruptible umpire,
Abiola the self acclaimed winner,
Tofa, vanguished was quick to surrender.
All were men,
Who wine and dined,
But never could reach,
A common mien.
The state was halved,
The mandate was snatched.
The pro-governmnet supporters,
Romanced under the shield of Aso Rock,
Pro-democracy activist languished behind bars,
of the dark appalling prison block.
Ushering the Interim National Government,
Babangida chickened out.
Reluctantly stepping aside,
Destitute of courage and words of truth.
Then came a palace coup,
By Sani Abacha and his gang,
Desperate to clinch on to power.
Many got killed or disappeared,
Not even the plea from the Pope,
Could restore our failing hope,
Then came the tale of the cup of tea,
M.K.O Abiola got the bang,
Babagana Kingibe joined the gang.
While Abiola languished in jail,
And desperately seeking bail.
His running mate served.
Gleefully at the table tyranny.
M.K.O Abiola eventually released,
But released unto death.
The mandate was killed,
And committed to earth.
From that shallow grave,
Democracy will be born again.
We're still on the March,
On June 12 we stand.