Time Has Changed

The time has passed
When they would just do.
The time has passed
When kidnappers will just
Kidnap four journalists.
Now the youths have canons
They can fire to create a scene
And trouble the waters.
 
They say ‘No Vacancy’
In the beauraux
That we should go
‘Go back home and farm!’
Yet slots are reserved
For their kiths and kins;
Yet they send their kids
To live in obodo oyinbo
And Ghana-must-go
Keep changing hands
At the houses.
 
So four journalists were kidnapped
It became a burning coal
In our panties.
Albeit there are those
Who kidnap the destiny
Of the entire nation state
Who are publicly applauded
What irony.