Thou Messiah preaching Change, art thou true to thy words? Fighting bribery and corruption yet with cheap sentiments, Judgeth thou not thy biased - honest actions to be corrupt? Thou that prophesied an economy of sweet change, How is it that thou considereth not the masses interest? Inventor of Change, thy prophesied words art without works; Even thy supporters yearn in regret for voting thee in. Is this the change that thou for long prophesied? I yawn tears for the future of Nigeria and her unborn child. Thou art trusted to be the man after the peoples heart And loved by all cause of thy prophesies of change, But how be it that thou art different from thine own self?
Savior of the people, why art thou adamant to the peoples cry? Thy poisonous deeds have caused much great pain and suffering, Why not invest thy ears on the sweat of the poor and helpless? Did ye deceive the ants and termites that voted thee in to save them? Remember thou thy words and promises made before being elected. Thou surrounds thyself with chameleons occupying seats of filtered ambitions, Woe betide thee for thy conscience have refused to judge thee. Art thou not guilty of prophesying false prophesies of change? Thou that killeth the rosy wealth of the nation's pride, Why doth thou not consider the sufferings of the poor ants? I mourn for the bitter death of the nation's sweet economy. Savior of the people, why art thou so heartless a Messiah?
Howbeit in thy regime, hunger and suffering is the income of ants? The marketplace has become an ocean of expensive - cheap items, Cost of petrol waxing hot and higher amidst the harsh economy; Savior was thy coming to destroy or redeem the helpless ants? Thou promised hope to educated ants and graduated termites, Yet not an iota of thy prophesied promises or words art come to pass; Chancellor of Change, judge it if thou art true to thine own self. Thou that prophesied promises, howbeit thy words art not fulfilled? Mind thee the poor ants and termites voted thee in to save them, Messiah did ye deceive the ants with thy deceptive - genuine lies? Savior thy heresies has become a poisonous venom to the poor, Wilt thou not resign seeing thou be not true to thine own words?