For I Had Lied
Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep
Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see
He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot
Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath
The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"
*cry for...: Mourn
28/05/2013
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
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