OH! CHANGE MY DEAR CHANGE

Oh CHANGE my dear CHANGE,

They say you are constant, and yes you are gree,n

But I pray thee this CHANGE,

May you for this nation never be constant.

Oh CHANGE, the change we seek,

Figuratively you are constant,

And yes you are green,

But you are wieided by a grey hand .

The Rich is flashing,

The poor is crying,

The nation is wailing,

Oh what a CHANGE indeed.

A cup of rice is N100,

A cup of garri is N50,

If Ada eats and Obi eats,

What then happens to AdaObi.

A litre of petrol is 145

Blackmarketers say its 200

Choba to Abonnema now 400

Oh what a CHANGE we find ourselves

Starvation is looming,

Our necks are thinner

Tell me who the Rich or Poor is

When hunger is now a National Anthem