We are in the era of change
Where dreams became nightmares
We're not destined to live in this cage
Nor be governed by our fears

Who rules the nation?
A brand new mystery to unravel
The old man on vacation?
Our very own ajala travel

The caged bird no longer sings
Lest he loses his precious head.
He lost his free will and became someone's new plaything-
To his captor's will, he'll bend.

A puppet in the hands of others
A mindless zombie who listens to orders
Darkness is all around us
But no one wants to be the beacon of hope.

The labors of our heroes past
Stays hidden
In the pockets
Of some selected few.

Smugglers got smuggled out of prison 

Robbers getting robbed from their cells
Eye witness getting stabbed in the eye
Is no new thing at all.

The nation is off track,
Just like the rhythm of this poem.
Gained independence, But still in dependence
Of money looted from years ago.

The churches under attacks
Spiritual warfare? Not
The nation is getting fucked up
Like a prostitute's Kitty

I saw the stained flags
And tears escaped my eyes
My blood is precious
So I'll let my pen bleed in my stead