Locust Season

You know that many of us, we miss those days of
harmony
And we’ll like to see them again
You know that many of us, we miss those days of
innocence
And we’ll like to see them again
Tell me where are you now Victor Banjo?
We look to the sky and the stars are gone
Only vultures feeding off the backs of the poor, the
weak and the people’s frustration
Tell me, where have you gone Kaduna Nzeogwu?
The sun doesn’t shine in the east anymore
And the west no longer sees any ray of hope
And in the north, in the south, it’s locust season
So tell me, where will it berth this floundering
ship?
The storm is gathering and the moment comes
When denial will no longer be enough
And the horrors of the past will be exposed
So tell me how will you gag millions of voices?
The season of reckoning is drawing near
When the people come together to make a new pact
On how to live together or move apart
E don tey wey we dey talk am
No be today o, no be today
(It's long we’ve been talking about this, not just
today)
We seek justice and liberty
Truth and honour in high places
We seek freedom and prosperity for all
We seek an end to poverty in this land…