Our forefathers had glow in the freedom mirage of changes,
They fought earnestly for the change of this great land of
ages
Although their sage of change was applauded with rages.
Our freedom fighters struggled for where we are today
But what has happened to us?
Why have we decided to disrupt the tune of freedom obtained
by the blood of our forefathers?
Why should the echoes of suffering and enslavement be
pronounced?
The world is dancing to the rhythm and melody of perdition
While we get set on track to run the race of poverty and
starvation
Our ho-hum journey of governing has been through stargnation
we cry in pain and agony with tears flowing like rivers of
rain
While we sit back and look for our freedom to be hunted and
deraigned
Our government in diaspora is lost in slavedom lane
As what we have now is a freedom feign
Why should we allow the freedom hunters pull their triggers
Into the marrow of our nations system?
Why should we allow our victory be trampled upon by
sycophant?
When are we going toget the antigen from our mudded
mentality?
Our laws and customs of change is
nothing but immorality,
Corruption has moded us into the shape of irresponsibility;
Forgetting that we own a duty of responsibility to morality.
who will revive our hope of a true ambiance of humanity?
Change has come to America was the cry of Martin Luther
King,
When the sacrifice of revolution was offered.
But why has the struggle of our revolutionist not be rewarded
with our dream destination as a nation?
We have rendered useless their spirit of Jingoism,
And we have relinquished the government of nationalism;
Still thinking we are flying high the flag of patriotism.
But wait, enough of this sleep and slumber from skepticism
We cry day and night for change and freedom,
Forgetting that we're still enclosed in the embryo of
slavery mentality.
Change is invisible without our changed personality
We speak of change without effecting changes to our
personage
We cannot get the desired change until the change start from
within
The change for change is the change of age
we have to leave the path of lawlessness for this change in
exchange
Let's declare the new era of commitment to be self engaged
Nothing will change with our entralling enrage,
Until our spoken words of change is granted for action.
The costly sacrifice for change cannot be for rentage;
We're the change to make a change
It's the right time to be change agents and not as borachio
of opprobry.
