...For the Sleepers

It doesn't make sense crying alone,
when the goods are wavering allowing the worst to prevail,
sometimes our effort seem to be barren
leaving us to shiver in pains,
while the beast continue dancing
in their glowing ignorance.

It doesn't make sense dancing alone
in this market place,
as if our only values as a nation is die let celebrate,
sometimes we hear a distant call
"people are Boko haraming"
yet some beasts are busy dancing
without even thinking of the misfortune that has befallen its own children.

I stand at the bottom line
as a spectator,
watching the birds flys without any direction,
i hear the vulture speaks
all in the name of a dove,
singing hallelujah chorus
to pacify the dogs
leaving the little butterflies to die in silence.

Please,Let forget the pains of yesterday
and think of the Joy of tommorow,
let wake up and face this struggle together,
that the hallelujah chorus could be a song for every home.