Crossing The Bridge Poem by Tony Adah

The elections are here again
With hype and hysteria like a pregnant woman
Under parturition and you can never tell
If it is going to be a stillborn.

The campaigns are riddled with mudslinging
And threats of war and blood and death
Southerners in the north move
To their home states with rhythms
Of migration like locusts
And the northerners in the south
Do same as if the glue that binds
Our nation is made of sand in between.

There's no sportsmanship in this game
That every one wants to win
It's like we will never get to the other side
The bridge is burning
And it is hopeless and dangerous
Crossing the bridge.

The electorate's are hungry and blind
Groping in the land looking for what
Gives only ephemeral containment
And the themes of nation building
Are thrown a way into election hype.