Terror is the horror of the day,
People languishing in pain
Beggars have gone on strike
The road is now empty

We clamour for repair
They gave in return despair
Should we have stuck to transformation?
Or is this the change we need?
I shake my head...

Still we say stealing isn't corruption
We've gone from pan to fire
Let's go back to tillage, they say
But where's the empowerment
I shake my head...

Graduates, ko ko ko, they go with shining shoes,
On the streets, no job
Fathers can't perform,
Mothers can't reform
Lack and want is the order of the day
I shake my head...

I shake my head, for the unborn generation,
For the Fatherless,
For the hopeless,
For the destitute,
For the Poor,
For the weak

We wrestle not against flesh and blood
We need an angel, humans can't do it
Because my head will fall from my neck
I'm tried of shaking my head

©Gbolahan Justice Abiola