Six letter word, c-h-a-n-g-e,
It is constant, important,a watch-word,
A tool for correction of that which is strange.
It is a magic for living in Concord,
With one and another,
An expectation of all and sundry to bring
with it, a turn around,
But then, it was only a spoken word,
constantly preached from every campaigners lip, much talked about by every decitiful tongue looking for votes and
Yet to be witnessed by all who had their votes pinned on it.

Change we see on every Nigerian,
The protruding stomachs of younglings largely underfed,
We see it on badly- written accounts of once a great historians,
The shoppers' bags which hung half-filled,
Having spent twice on price purchase
without a balance on his return.
The faces of a burgled shop on every hood,
tells a sad, sorrowful,sorry tales of a horrific change.

This change we may ask, why only on prices of food?
Shouldn't this be seen on those frequent trips abroad often insured by our oil?
Shouldn't there be change on the fat purses from managing our presidential moods?
What about real changes on the pages of fake portfolios and manifestos to suit the masses?
Shouldn't there be change on those masked faces behind our government?
That we may know those behind each mask?