In the market, the Government sell verities
of rumours of future change, we dance well
through the night and when morning comes, we
saw pains and sorrow instead of good fortune.
How painful it is to hear them speak in their
sugar coated tongue, and believe in their loosely
song of tomorrow’s leaders yet like little children,
we wake up in succulent bed but sit in tears.
No mourners funeral tears shed with pains
living is a burden to us, death, a sweet home call;
for our inhabitants is swollen and our inheritance gone to this wretched world, living is a burden!
Bring back our corruption and take back your
change, bring back our girls; our boys must
marry soonest with a writing pen in one hand.
Repair our Nigeria, repair our fatherland now!
Our feet is now off the line we outlined yesterday,
we are unworthy of the unworthiness cripping in,
we have only one hut in this wretched earth
where the land they have made hard for us to till.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016