FADING HOPE

Our hope is getting dimmer as the sun sets.
We had springs in our steps and loud brags about the power of our votes.
Now we whisper to one another, the possibility that we may never hope again.

We were optimistic as we chanted "change"...The Nigeria of our dream so real we could touch it.
So we marched with our thumbs, powered by our cards. And we voted to bring our dreams to live.

There were promises, some we weren't too gullible to believe. Like a Dollar to a Naira in a year...we weren't fooled. Yet we hoped for change and for change we voted.

Our hope is getting dimmer with every sunset, but with every sunrise we await the News still. Hoping to find therein, something to rekindle our hope.