My mind couldn't go off the thoughts as the days go by,
It is just a day,
Many people perish while they eat from sackcloths,
The rich gained all,
They are just bound of all and we the poor call it a day,
They sting us and plague us,
We abide by it and call it a day,
Many fall and strip their clothes,
Many go naked,
Still we call it a day,
While the day progress before the nightfall many people fall by hunger,
Still we call it a day,
They suck our blood until we are drained,
We work tirelessly yet we are not paid,
They call us "lazy Nigerian youth" yet we work streamlessly searching for job,
They pour out their venom and step on the grass while some are injured,
They said they don't care still they call it a day,
We pray for a change they brought a pain,
We pray for development,
They destroyed all we have,
We shouted for help,
They close their ears,
We begged them,
They looked on us like a fool,
We quarrel with them,
They put us behind bars,
We believe all will be over but they keep progressing,
Still we wait for the day where the poor will be raised,
Where the rich will pour out their money to help the needy,
Where we have hope and situation changes,
We pray for the day,
Where things are better done when said,
Where promises are kept,
And where trust is reinstated,
We cried our eyes out yet it rolled out like a ball waiting for that day,
When will that day be?