its 56 years now
Herdsmen are still killing farmers
Vandals are now destroying transformers
Niger deltans created avengers
Our economy is still in danger
We all craved for change
To be salvaged
From this bondage

I dreamt of a land of peace
Garnished with hope and ease
I woke up to face the reality
Of pain, hunger and insecurity
When will my own moses come?
To take us back to Zion or Babylon
I wish to travel without visas
Where onyibo will see me and greet mister
I hope to see Musa join hands with Olu and Emeka
Playing hide and seek with their neighbour Mensah
Without the fear of nappers or Boko
Who tore out Yobe, Adamawa and Borno
I will never loose my will write
Even if it means loosing my life