Imagination of the past,
Kept coming fresh in our minds,
I don't know how long it will last,
When we are still struggling with our minds,

Laborious labour's of heroes past are going in vain,
Without nothing to gain,
glories of past and dimmed, nebulous future are being slain,
By the "Democrats" of the Democratic plains.

Our atmosphere fumes with anger,
Fumes with hatred, and killings,
Fumes with tribalistic segregation,
Fumes with massacre upon massacres.

Owo massacre cannot be untold,
Kaduna Train attack is still fresh in our minds,
Gruesome murder of a college girl cannot be extradited from the minds of men,
Delegates of electoral college canvassing votes of their masses with self ambition desire cannot be left out.

Nigeria with peace we claim,
But insecurity we acclaim,
Democracy will claim,
But demonstration of craziness we acclaimed.

Day after day,
We daydream at dawn,
At dusk,
We slept with our eyes unclosed,
We can't tingle with the giddy buoyancy of relief for a moment,
We entangled to our beds,
With deep breath of fear and anxiety,
Without moment sighing,

Oh, God!!
We've prepared for pains,
But this, not mere pains,
It was something like pains,
And still different from pains,

Oh! beast of reasoning,
Where has thou gone?
That men have lost their reasoning.

Oh God,
We your people have humbled ourselves,
Oh God of revival,
heal our land,
and revive us again.

#Tobit-da-poet.
My thoughts flow through my ink that taints the clean slate of men, leaving a lasting impression!