For My President When He Dies

Golden memory slate of good men,
Embossed name with prayers, and not pen.
Thank you for being light out of the den

Wrinkles on thin neck, pale desert,
Well groomed honest Fulani dessert;
For all you’ve done, heaven is your desert

To some policies, you are short sighted,
But ‘Banjo’ was always there, he ne’er defected;
You are an inspiration to the rejected.

People depressed personnel’ claimed to have a clue,
You never let their words turn your face blue;
Greater men before you shed tears too.

Those who couldn’t give life professed you dead,
But God is he who calls men to bed;
Forever rest in power, dear formidable head.

Tomide Abdul