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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Looking through the window Everything seems like a puzzle His coming ought to rekindle Instead all have dwindle Change is all we asked Not knowing they were masked Although they were tasked Everything remain the same Three square meal Has become dream Off course to the peasants Their people Have become cable That is seen in every neighborhood Across their neck Is a wood to inflict wound On people Although they claim is for their cattle But we sure know better Funny it may sound They are like sand That is seen everywhere Ministers have become blisters In the hands of the peasants The name may be lai But the parents mean lie Truth they say they speak But lies we know we hear The cost of living Has made the peasants livid Tomatoes have grown toes Out of the market Yet store houses grow millions of naira everyday The planter we know not The keeper we know not The owner we know not Oh my father's land!! I hear there is a change A change we never asked for Is it an America based president? Or the federal palace has a new headquarter? No one knows the answer Oh! Nigeria my father land Its now in a farther land Where can be reach by the rich The ruled have no clue Instead they have been gripped by grippe and grief We were told that the arena was filled with milk and honey What we now see is Sickness and mourning Men on black have become terror and horror Off course to the peasants Need less to say , they are morons Protection have been substituted for extortion The white men see them as gods Here, they are best described as dogs On them are lies instead of lice Law makers; I mean, Law breakers Are the least of the shame we now have We now have wrestlers in our chambers Maze have become swords Automatically our chambers have become battle field Their shame has become their fame Wooowuuuu The erudite are not left behind In fact they are fart that has polluted our arena Years after years Justice have been denied We need TRANS-CHANGERS!! We need transformed men and women! Not transformation! We need changed men and women! Not Change!
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