transformation in change
call out the class-monitor of the nation
ask him... av ye meet yer albatross ?
is the doom knocking on the door?
a noose remain on the neck?
but never gone too soon...
ye sail us from harbour to the middle of the sea
were everything remains open...
'uncover they are'
so you say.
The cold of the sea has now been planted on our skin,
when will we reach the bay.
silent everyone remain.
as the storm blows
are we been transformed into the seek change.
now it known.
is it the transformation that stalled the ship
or is there another change awaking.
Everyone ones rose for the change
because in change we once laid trust.
but the ship remain socked with water,
The captains and the sailors are lost.
ye give broom
We are tired of sweeping your dust and lies.
the music changes.
Are we to mop tears with out suits and ties.
now nothing has change
the stomach still is dancing to the change music,
of S.K AYINDE
baba do it fast we beg
on the sick bed...don can be don
turn un un un
Now that we are in the heat,
are we to do hehehehehehehE