The era of old faces
Same method old pattern
Same lines of debate
With just old brains and weak hands
Has come and gone
As old things has flew off
Like the dream of the night
The dusk has embark on a French leaf
As incapable hands has change hands
To lead us alright to the promise land
We have been longing for all these years
You cannot imagine an individual of 70, 60 and 90 years
To run for an office all in the name of ruling leadership
Who are ready to roll upon their sleeves
And get to work in dedicating all the nations resources
To meet the needs of the country making all the masses smile
Capable hands
Whose heart beat for the people
Not a leader who’s got no heart for others
Not the one who we loot the nation’s treasure
For just a personal gain in bid to eat from nation’s cake
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