CHANGE
The endless chorus on our Tv screen
The endless tune that distort the peace of our music
The disco that missed the beat
The manifestoes that have scars
It surely wore a coat of many colours

It has a white painted lip
With a demagogues acting script
Life drama I guessed
“Come for rehearsal, memorize your line and digest it”
To the fools with hunger chest capture

They painted the picture
Magnified the vision
Prime-charlatan claims knowledge
Whereas, Knowledge had travelled far away
from their calling to rule

Proverb 4:7 means nothing to them
I thought I have seen leaders
A chameleon like thieves
Constitutional stealing, fools fool fools
Urinating at our back, lying it is raining

Our eyes are widely opened like eagle
We define the height of your falling
We are no longer the horse you ride on
Neither are we a camel you over load
Building castles in the Air
Toss around like whirlwind

In the mire of corruption
They have relapsed into idolatry
Under their regalia, there is a chalet
They are the principalities and power
the devil incarnate

They are coming again, just watch out
They have been to their herbalist
Ewe oriji is part of the making of their concoction
No wonder we were under their spell with a derica of rice

The excitement at the genesis of the race
Really got our adrenaline flowing
We dance like slowpoke to the tune of our stupidity
With their cowries we sold our right
No more of this darkness

In the darkest tunnel, we have seen the ray of light
Now our hope like a rope
Long enough to give us a gold
The cruel trouble his own flesh
The wicked worked worked a deceitful work
But to him that sow righteousness
Shall be a sure reward

They are like clouds blown along by the wind
But never bringing any rain
They are like leafless trees
Uprooted and dead and unable to produce fruit
Their shameful deeds show up like foam
On wild ocean waves

They are like wondering star forever doomed to the
Darkest pits of hell
They brag about themselves and flatter others
To get what they want
We sleep without snoring

We dare not close our eyes
We are all like a hibernated machine
Whose hope is to serve master’s purpose
Hand cannot feed mouths
Oh! Tale by the moon light
Dove is chanting incantation, thinking the pigeon
does not understand, the pigeon understands,
but only not bother

Abiola OlaOluwa
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