A time was on the pages of papers he cried
His cry we heard and gave him the votes
Why he cried to lead now I question
He is killing us with thugs
The youths they kill with pride
Cos' we asked for our rights
Our future in the grave to achieve!
End-SARS, end-corruption, end-bad governance
Our clarion call.
A call for speech he's mute
The speech to address the mayhem
He's quiet to the plight of the 'nation'
A bad leader, a dictator!
Dictating the Democrats
Look! he kills with pride
Our faults, our votes
A curse to the 'nation', this leadership
Deaf to the people's plight
yet, our clarion call forever we sing
In grave or cave, the call will ring
End-SARS, end-corruption, end-bad governance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem