From the classroom came he
He came as a silken rose
And strode through hearty noose.
The parties jeered, the people revered
The leaders declared, all nothing more wanting.
His name resounded
Even in his opponents’ mouths
He was God’s grace to Nigeria.
For him, she bore a surname
‘Goodluck Nigeria’, greeted the world anew
Unflinchingly, Nigeria voted
She was her beautiful one
Forgetting his antecedents she loved
She cradled her beautiful bane,
Blinded to the terrible in this beauty.
To alley her troubles he rewarded her labourers,
His goodluck spreading beautifully
like Sun rays
He forged unities like broken lines,
Ministries and high offices the ransoms
He was the ultimate reward for the south south.
Now.
The time has matured
The beautiful cobra is strikingly deadly
Sown, decieted and cunny seeds are grown
For every reward he gave
He withdrew with stiffer damnation:
For the forged unities
Came the Boko reward;
For the labourers’ wage
Came subsidy withdrawal.
Surely our Moses is our pharaoh
Our greatest Maradona, ever,
Enslaving our children and endangering our future.
He risks Nigeria’s existence
He is our natural disaster.
We must resist this plague
We must help Nigeria and hold
OUR NATURAL DISASTER
MUST HEED OUR YEARN
