DECEITFUL CHANGERS

Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
The broom we crave;
Over the dismal doom we rave,
The future looking bleak,
Without in sight is the hope to the peak.

Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
Insensitivity their aura; in bliss they sprawl;
Dejection our collective wail;
Mien changing with ostensible frail;
To God in heaven we rail.

Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
In resplendent garb they rock;
In pain and strain we sprain our hope;
Yet, in pullulation they mock;
Privation the bane with fierce bliss of killing rope.

Prayer she wants; higher rung they deprive;
Imprecations we have; repose in hope would we give to them the reprieve.
Nigeria...