Living corpse, Dead souls
Black angels, White devils
Calm in the mouth,with turbulent actions
Professors of deception
Murderers of ambition
Wise old fools bargaining for their long-made promises
Promises which continue to dance to the melodious lies on their tongues
Have their promises become a bone in their necks?

Golden plans, Blackish outcomes
Many books have been fabricated with red inks
Fleets of wisdom have been wrecked after colliding with the foggy plans of some men in white flowing agbada
What a tragedy

During our hay days,we would joyously march to the rythm "We Are The Leader of tommorow"
But, when is the morrow?
Probably, it's a mission in the invisible vision 2030.

Thieves in black and white
Investing in the game of a hundred million stake is such a big passion for development
Dark heart with beautiful smile
Education is our best legacy
But it's so unfortunate that legacies are dying for survival in the popularised modern democracy
The great wall is FALLING…