Our eyes
rove
Even as our
hands grope
And our
bodies ache
So, we sing
of a change.
Since we
search and wait
And our eyes
have travelled far
Far into
their sockets
Like those
of men of the other world
And we like
watchmen
Wait eagerly
but endlessly
For an
elusive tomorrow
So, we sing
of a change.
Since our
treasured treasures
Have doth
shamelessly transformed
Into private
and personal estates
But of a few
egocentric opportunists
So, we sing
of a change.
Since the
rain water
Falling on
our land
Are quickly
drained by siphons
Whose
gullets are larger than the Euphrates’s
And since
our land
Has become
like the vampires
Drinking the
blood of her children
So, we sing
of a change.
Since we
have now
But two countries
in one
And the
umbrella is too weak
To protect
us from the vicious rain
Of Boko’s
bullets which doth wet our bodies
And lay us
peaceably on our land
Untimely
though,
When
supposed we are
To be up and
running with vitality
From the
milk and honey of our land
So, we sing
of a change.
Yes, we sing
of a change
Even when we
know that
But for the
king of our change kingdom
The other
chiefs and kingmakers are saintly rogues
Scoundrels,
dressed in untainted garbs
Still, we
sing of a change.
Yes, we sing
of a change
Even as
vultures and eagles
Surround the
only dove amongst them
Whom they
push forward but as a sacrificial lamb
To be
slaughtered on the altar
Of selfish
crazy ambitions and corrupt brigandage
Still, we
sing of a change.
Yes, we sing
of a change
Even though
we know
That there
is no difference
Between six
and half a dozen
For the new
had been part of the old; they were alter egos
Still, we
sing of a change.
The REAL
CHANGE of which we sing
May not be
this, and may be years away
For this change
may be oblique
But the REAL
CHANGE is like
A journey of
a thousand miles
So, let’s
start with this step
And continue
. . .
. . . to
sing of a change.
