While we are here waiting
Their butts remained glued to their chairs resting.
We where little while they where leaders
We are adult but they are leaders
They eat and grow fat
While we blink and grow sad
This is democracy, they say
I lack the vocabulary, to say.
They reap as they watch us sow
And levied as we continue to labour
Our tears is now their rain
Our pain is now their gain
But still we trust them more
Because they fake us more
We are still building, they say!
We are already broken, we cry!
What is our fault, we exclaimed!
What is their complain, they explained!
Our faith is now their blade
Our ethnic differences is now their
strength.
They focus more because they starve us
more, and now made their biddings our
cravings.
Like the bullet is to the gun
We wait for their finger to press the trigger
But like flies to a corp
We all rushed to be crushed
We have failed to see
Cos’ our eyes are still asleep
From afar, as a nation we are pitied
cos’ our pride has already been emptied.
This night is a long one cos’ the morning
seems already long gone.
Please, let this morning come
Oh! Let this morning come
Its still a dream, for nightmare is what we
detest.
Let’s wake up from this slumber,
And face this political foes call friends.
As a nation, Our strength is that of a lion.
As a state, is that of a leach!
Oh! Let the morning come
Like a broom we shall stand united
And like the iroko we shall be strong
Let our numbers count
Let our votes count
Let our strength prevail
And we shall have Democracy for all again.
