Buhari Son of Mohamed

President Buhari

In my country, miracles do happen

And our politicians as pastors do,

Lay hands on the economy and her citizens

And at once, lives don’t remain the same

I have read dollars walk out of the banking hall

Nobody knows where they all went

None could predict the path they took

Not even the cashier busy with pens and papers

Not even the accountants balancing the sheets on PCs

No police to trace their steps, no forensic expert to predict their path

This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth

Things happen and I am not disturbed

Now that change is here, we hope things changes

Too much to settle, with balance not better on deficit

PDP wears the blame; APC does not make much of a difference

One became the arm of thieves, the other a den of liars

(PDP wears the demon; APC is the serpentine devil in black Agbada)

The devil is marveled at the two as the country battles in-between

The defeated are defecting, some feared changed is now ceased to be released

I have seen trillion naira gently sneaked out through the borders of patrols

No officer could detect the box piled with newly notes

Not even the dogs can sniff the sweat of millions robbed at day time

This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth

The politicians wear caftans while the economy knots a choking tie

The people’s hope lost and dare not be found in the hands of looters

The masses bleeds, I mean the poor ones

Whose hard work is not enough to pay the daily bills

Confused, rejected and thrown into the starless night

Hope is wandering on the street and busy roads

Talents wandering and wasted in busy hawks of wares with thirsty tongues

But we can fetch enough to drinks for them on tarred roads

Yes, because the government is kind enough to make more potholes

This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth

Only in one nation on earth, one big miracle after another

Unemployment rises like a giant beast,

Disaster above stated limits

Some say the nation is cursed, other say the people are dumb

Even as hope is lost in the palace of kings and queens

The lion does not eat grass for want of food

While faith is gone amongst queens and princesses

The eagle does not nest her young in waters for want of space

But who will save us in this time of despair?

Stanza two

Through the darks of the northern soil

Where dust and doom is mixed like coil

Hope has sailed to bring us a son

In the hours of the day

When the nation wears the coat of black

Where the stars has refused to shine

Buhari Son of Mohammed

Who do you say I am?