atriotic Nigerians, God's own peoples;
Don't tire, vote.
Continue to sheathe your swords, ready your PVCs
Keep fighting for your rights and freedom.
Saturday 16 has come; but not gone;
It's a delayed birth,
It will come February 23
For it is a sin not to vote
In hopeful waiting for the epiphany,
A new Nigeria.
Watch and pray;
Keep your lambs trimmed and burning.
Satan and his angels are thieves in the night.
Serenaded by Janus-faced economic vultures, Nigeria is a prize.
The Two -horned Beast wants to steal your freedom and rights;
Seeking to disunite,
Christians, Muslims, and all.
February 16, your cheek reluctantly turned.
Don't tire, more to turn-seventy times seven.
February 23, the Beast will be crushed-
March 9, buried for good-
And Satan plot foiled.
But you must vote.
Then, in joy of celestial jubilation for a New Nigeria,
God's children, Christians, Muslims, and all,
Holding hands, singing, dancing: "Kumbaya my Lord
"Oh, for, indeed, God is also a Nigerian!"