Dapchi-happy
Laughing all the way from Chibok
Happy, happy massacres in
In crowded churches and holy grounds
Happy for robbers who strike at night
And bandits who defile our noon
Happy at our army’s patriotic absence
And the police who abandon their posts
Happy about the nation’s falling house
Its quicksand foundation
Its shifty floor and cracking walls
Its termite-ridden roof and dreadful aspects
Happy about the lies
Which become our truth
Happy about the myth
That supplants our mirror
Happy about rulers
Incapable of thinking
Happy about the ruled
Who prefer them so
“Big-for-Nothing-Country”:
That is what we are sometimes called
But who does not know
We are the happiest people on earth?